#I’m throwing vibes at all of you like spaghetti at a walk

[obanaispy]

More ex hubby eren🌚🫶🏽

cast ! eren jaeger + reader

wc ! 1.6k+

tldr ! house party with your ex = house party with some sex

content ! dirty talk + alcohol + spanking + rough sex + light cunt slapping

a/n ! i took so long.. hope it was worth the wait!

“Its going to be the party of the century”

With an outfit like this? It better be. Y/n had pulled out all the works. A mauve colored spaghetti strap dress with the back cut out– the hem stopping right below her ass. Her neck was coated with a sweet Vanilla scented perfume, an arrangement of silver necklaces complimenting the fragrance. Connie had finally convinced them to leave their safe space by planning “The party to start the summer”. His words. Jean and Connie were the homies so it was hard to turn down their every invitation without feeling a bit of guilt.

Buckling her heel around her ankle, Y/n pulled out her phone to make sure her date for the night was still game. He would be an idiot if he wasnt. “Hello?” his voice rasped from the other end, sending a chill down her spine. “Hey Reiner, are we meeting at the boys?”. “No no.. i’ll pick you up”. Y/n smiled, “right answer.” Hanging up, she did one last round of perfume before going into the living room to wait. Maybe this night would be just what she needed.

At first it was, Jean was in charge of music and the vibe was absolutely right. Reiner had a hand on her waist, swaying along as she rolled her hips– ass pressing against him subtly. Y/n was 3 shots in and feeling right. Not drunk but definitely not sober. “I’m going to run to the bathroom” Reiner spoke into her ear before kissing it lightly, walking away and leaving Y/n to the wolves. “Cuff It” by Beyonce began to boom over the speakers, causing Y/n to holler, “this is my SHIT!”

“I thought that was you..”

She froze. Turning around, Y/n was met with no one other than her worst nightmare– Eren.Her hands immediately became clammy, the dance floor suddenly becoming too crowded. “Hey–” Y/n had vanished before he could even finish his sentence. Rushing into the kitchen, she found a plastered Connie with his face smushed into Sasha’s chest. “You mother fucker” Y/n seethed, yanking him back and pulling him into the pantry before slamming the door. “Woah woah… I didn’t know you liked me that way” he slurred, a drunken smirk on his lips. Y/n rolled her eyes, pinching him– “don’t flatter yourself, Gnomeo. Why the fuck is my ex husband here?”. Connie looked at her confused, frog blinking before clocking in, “oh shit….” Oh shit indeed. Eren and Y/n had a VERY messy divorce, the legal papers somehow not being enough to really call it quits. She had just now stopped responding to his booty calls… as well as stopping all of her own. She was free of him! So.. why did seeing him make her stomach fill with fluttering? She wasn’t 20 anymore, she saw him for who he was. A handsome basket case– unable to correct his own flaws.

“Y/n.. I swear hiccup I had no clue he would be here. He told me he was too busy to come” Connie stared at her , his expression letting her know he was being honest. Connie hated drama and suddenly, Y/n felt like a fool dragging him into his own pantry. “Okay… okay my bad. You know how I get when I see him” she sighed, hugging Connie tightly before opening the door. Walking out, she dragged him back to Sasha, apologizing and giving her a proper hello. After a few words of kindness, she turned to walk out before being blocked by him. “Do. Not. Run. Please.. Can we just talk” Eren asked, voice barely above a whisper, a light hold finding its way around her wrist. She could do nothing but stare at him for a minute, his eyes looked softer, his hair long enough to be pulled back into a sizable ponytail. Looking back at Connie and Sasha who were trying to pretend they weren't eavesdropping by throwing a golf ball into the same red cup. Beer pong my ass. “Fine… fine. You get 10 minutes.” She pushed past him, making her way through the crowd towards the back door. Once outside she scanned the space, spotting the greenhouse where they grew their.. happy grass. She quickly walked in that direction, Eren following close after.

“So..” she stated, arms folded as she made direct eye contact. “Soooo.. How have you been?’ Eren asked sheepishly, Y/n’s response being silence. For a moment neither of them said a word, the silence being filled with the faint of Sza’s, ‘I hate you’ blasting over the speakers. “Listen… I really do mean it when I say I regret how we fell out. You put up with a lot of my shit and.. sighs I'm way too grown to be acting the way I did.” Y/n just scoffed. Eren stared at her for a moment before continuing, “You look.. Gorgeous. See you came here with Reiner’. Y/n could tell he was trying to act unbothered. “Who I'm here with is none of your business” she smirked, biting her bottom lip. Why was she nervous? She should know better but… fuck he smelt good. Looked it too.

“Y/n…” he gruffed, an arm going around her waist to pull her closer before she could protest. “Come on, you don’t even miss me a bit? Don’t miss the way I could.. Handle you? Treat your body like a God? You know.. I still do worship you. I fucked up, I know but–” he was cut off by her lips meeting his, her hands immediately going up to bury themselves into his locks. Eren followed her movements, both of his hand wrapping around her waist, pressing his body against hers almost as if he wanted to fuse into her. Their bodies stumbled into a wall, Y/n’s dress being hiked up, her hands fumbling to unbutton his shirt. Eren’s lips traveled from her lips to her jawline– latching around the skin on the side of her neck. One of his hands found its way between her legs, palming her cunt through her damp panties. Y/n melted in his touch, legs struggling to keep her up as he slid the fabric to the side and pinched her clit in between two fingers– rolling the bud between them. His head came up from her neck to study her face– lips slightly parted to match her own. Y/n sighed out, hips jutting upwards into his touch, “please…”. Eren let out a breath, fingers pooling into her at the singular word.

He quickly found a rhythm, a curl joining each thrust in, his lips smashing against hers. Their tongues swirled around one another, Y/n sucking the tip of his tongue, teeth closing around his bottom lip with a harsh tug. Eren laughed into her mouth, his free hand going to unbuckle his pants while the other one kept busy. His fingers spread deep within her, making way for a third one while he wriggled out of his jeans. “You ready for me?” he said hurriedly, eyes dark with lust and possession. As soon as Y/n nodded, he replaced his hand with his cock– pushing past her folds as a grunt fell from his lips. “Oh fuck..” he growled, pace picking up quickly before she had time to adjust. Eren’s hand quickly went to her thigh, a firm grip bringing her leg up to wrap around him. He thrusted upwards as Y/n loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, eyes struggling to focus with the new angle.

“S-so Reiner huh?” he mumbled, head resting inside of the crook of Y/n’s neck. His thrusts were becoming deeper, balls smacking against her skin with each thrust. “Really thought pulling that shit was funny? Hm? Sorry.. I refuse to give this up” he said between clenched teeth. Before she could respond, Y/n was now flipped around and bent over– Eren’s dick slapping against her bare ass. “Want it?”. She couldnt help but roll her eyes, “yes, cmoon” she whined out. Eren chuckled before giving her a firm slap on her ass. “Youve done better than that in your sleep” he chuckled before cocking his hand back once more, allowing this one to land on her cunt. Y/n let out a yelp, thankful for the sound of the party.

“Please babe.. I miss your dick so much. You know that I feel good around you.. Please fuck what’s yours” she looked back at him as she spoke, cunt drenched at this point. Eren’s dark eyes looked down on her, strands of his hair sticking to his face— lips slightly parted. A smile slowly spread across them before he pressed his tip against her hole. Y/n sighed out in relief, hips going to push back against him— her eyes closing before opening at the feeling of him pulling away. “What did I do now?”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head, “just want you to look at me..”. Placing a firm grip on her shoulder, Eren slid himself all the way in— eyes focusing on the way Y/ns face contorted. Each thrust made it harder for her to focus, a couple of spanks from Eren reminding her of her instructions. “Yeah.. take that fucking dick..” he gritted, body twitching as he slowly started to lose rhythm. Suddenly, both of his hands went to her waist, thrusts becoming rabid as he pulled her back into each one. His rhythm was now completely gone, sloppy thrusts coming to an end as he came deep inside of her.

They both sat in silence for a minute, panting as they struggled to get dressed. Finally, Y/n cleared her throat— “I should…probably tell Reiner he can go home..”. Eren stared at her for a moment before chuckling, “he’s a grown man, he’ll live. Besides..” , he pulled her closer, “I don’t think this was enough to call it makeup sex.. Let me show you how sorry I truly am..”

#obanaispy #oswrites #anime #aot fic #aot smut #eren jeager smut #eren smut #eren aot #exhusband #jean aot #aot connie #attack on titan smut

[coughsyrep]

Sunrise

Summary: Donna, the new student, finds herself captivated by Bela, who holds a secret. As they get to know each other, Donna's life becomes more and more threatened.

Or the AU which started as Twilight but then turned into this AU that only has some semblances of Twilight.

Chapter 7: Donna

2687 Words

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Sunrise - Chapter 7 - traviswrites - Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) [Archive of Our Own]

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Drives with Bela were quiet. Relaxing. The anxiety of returning to school that first day dissipated when Donna first handed Bela the keys, which may be why these drives to school, and in turn back home, continued weeks after Donna was cleared to drive again.

Claudia was ecstatic to see Donna so close with someone, one who stayed over a couple of times a week to just do homework with. Donna was happy about it too. But Donna also noticed patterns with Bela that concerned her.

For one, she seemed to always be cold. She always wore clothes that were a tad bit warmer than necessary, rarely taking off her layers once indoors. Another, she never ate. Not at lunch, not when Claudia offered. Donna knew she had a special diet, but when she asked, Bela always changed the subject.

And her eyes. As much as she wanted to believe that they were just some beautiful shade of brown that could somehow shift from light honey to nearly black, she couldn’t.

“Everything alright?” Donna nearly jumps when Bela speaks from across her bedroom, though the thoughts still linger. Donna nods quickly and gives a small smile, swallowing hard when Bela raises an eyebrow. “You seem a bit distracted.”

“Just… I forgot the equation for this question,” she says, tapping on her paper with her pencil. Bela hums as she looks over.

“I’m not familiar with any equations that involve history.” Upon looking down, Donna blushes harshly, ducking down and erasing a line from her essay. 

“That would explain it,” she murmurs, heating up more when she hears Bela chuckle. She holds her breath when she hears Bela standing, footsteps light until she sits on the corner of the bed with her. Her hands freeze when Bela pulls her notebook from her lap, setting it away before turning back, head turned in curiosity.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She places a hand over Donna’s, stopping her from picking at her hangnails, cold hands soothing on her own burning skin. After a moment of hesitation, Donna nods, glancing up to see Bela’s concerned eyes.

“Just… overthinking?”

“About what?”

“Like how it’s too warm in this room for you to be wearing that jacket?” Bela snorts, pulling away with a shake of her head.

“I would happily take off my jacket, but your sister will be calling you for dinner soon.”

“How would you know-”

“Girls! Dinner!” Bela laughs at Donna’s look of disbelief, walking over to her backpack.

“I heard the oven while you were spacing out.” She sends a wink as she throws her bag over her shoulder, laughing again as Donna’s face gets redder. “Come on, I promised my sisters I’d be home before the sun sets.” Donna nods, walking around Angie and doing her best to ignore the look Claudia gives her before pausing at the front door.

“I’ll see you on Monday?” Despite both of them knowing that they definitely would, Donna can’t help but keep the hope out of her voice.

“You will. Enjoy your weekend.” Bela’s gentle but confident smile both contradicts yet matches Donna’s shy yet excited one, a brief pause following before Bela nods, walking out to her car.

“Someday you two are going to hug when part ways, right?” Claudia says as soon as the door shuts, and Donna flushes. “Or are you going for the whole secret relationship kind of vibe?”

“We’re not in a…” Claudia laughs when Donna groans, rubbing her hands over her face. “We’re friends.”

“Uh huh. Hey, does she have a big family? And are they all on her diet? I need to know how much to make when I cater your wedding.”

“I’m going to break your spaghetti in half.” Claudia turns, eyes burning as she glares at Donna.

“Che te pozzino ammazzÃ!” Donna snorts, sitting down at the table as Claudia angrily stirs at fettuccini sauce.

“Hey, you know that one girl at my school, Elena?” Claudia hums, her stirring already calming. “She invited me to go dress shopping with some of her friends tomorrow, out at the port. I was just wondering…”

“Of course!” Claudia’s carefree attitude immediately returns as she turns, smiling brightly. “That would be great for you, getting out with friends. Why are they going for dresses?” Donna sinks into herself, regretting asking. She had hoped by saying it was at the port Claudia would ask more questions or say no, but now she couldn’t imagine she’d be happy if Donna backed out.

“There’s some dance coming up…”

“You’re going to a dance?” Claudia nearly squeals, and Donna shakes her head quickly.

“No, no! She just asked, and I said I asked you. There’s actually a book shop out there that seems pretty cool, I kind of want to check it out too.”

“Oh, that sounds fun.” Claudia nods her head, her smile not dropping. “Wow, you’re really growing up, aren’t you? Going out with friends, finding a girlfriend-“

“Claudia!” She laughs, turning back to the sauce.

“Alright, I’ll stop. But I am proud.” She turns back one last time with a soft smile, one that Donna imitates.

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Donna swore that she would spend at least twenty minutes in the dress shop with the others before going to the shop, but over an hour later she was sitting outside of the dressing room while two girls she recognized from their cafeteria table were giggling behind curtains.

“Donna!” She looks up at Elena, who gestures down at a peach floor length dress. “What do you think of this one?”

“It looks nice,” she says with a small smile, and Elena raises an eyebrow.

“You’ve said that about everything I’ve shown you.”

“They all look nice.” Elena hums, looking over at the floor length mirror, fluffing out the skirt.

“I don’t know, you’re sure it’s not too light for my complexion?” Donna shrugs as Elena turns, an amused look in her eye. “Did you want to try on any dresses?” She shakes her head, the sound of the curtain being pulled open making them both look back to one of Elena’s louder friends, snorting as she tugs strained fabric up her chest.

“Do you really think she’d be going to the dance, El?” Her eyes catch Donna’s before she can look away, looking her up and down. “Why’d you even come?”

“Ana, relax.” Elena gives an apologetic smile, yet her eyes hold a glint of curiosity. Donna looks towards the windows at the front of the store.

“There was a bookstore I wanted to see,” she said quietly, drawing another laugh from Ana. Elena steps into Donna’s view, making her look up.

“I can go over with you, if you’d like?” Donna’s mouth opens slightly, unsure if she’d want to say yes or no, when she hears Ana shout.

“You’re not going anywhere! You drove, remember? And I’m not about to go searching the city just because you feel bad for her!” Donna sucks in her bottom lip as Elena protests, giving a weak smile when she turns back towards her.

“It’s okay, I should be done before you all finish.” Elena bites her lip, brows furrowed, before nodding with a sigh.

“If not, just text me. We can meet by the car, next to the café?” Donna nods, waving as she walks out and pulls out a list of directions she had written down before leaving.

“Straight through the next two streetlights, left at the art gallery, another at the po… adult store…” She looks up halfway down the block to see a small shop, standing out without the flashy displays that those around it had. The only reason that she knew she wasn’t lost was the bookshelves that she could make out inside, and with a deep breath, she pushed her way in.

A small bell announced her arrival, and an older woman with beads in her hair gave her a friendly, though slightly deranged smile before looking back at the computer on the counter, using the keyboard with only an index finger and looking at the monitor with a squint every few seconds. She had to hide her smile at the endearing action, instead turning towards spines of books in various stages of wear, fingertips absentmindedly brushing against some. As she made her way around she paused, picking up a small leather one that could easily be mistaken as a wallet, flipping it open and furrowing her brow. It was entirely hand written, but in a language that Donna couldn’t understand, along with hand drawn pictures of humans and creatures alike. One of which she paused on, immediately recognizing the facial shape, the long uncared-for hair, the soulless eyes… And then she turned the page.

“Bela?” Her fingertips trailed along the lines of the near photorealistic sketch, taking in every detail that Donna has memorized and some she hadn’t. Her hands tremble, but before she can decide what to do, the journal is snatched from her hands, the older woman appearing right next to her.

“You best not worry of things you may come to regret,” she says, voice cracking from age as eyes filled with cataracts look into Donna’s. “Or, have you already found yourself doing so?” Donna keeps her mouth shut, not looking away as the woman gives her a smile, patting her on the arm. The bell chimes again and she looks away, letting Donna breathe when she hears her give a pleased shout before an angry growl.

“Bela, do not bring the rain in! Who’s to say it’s not acid?” Donna spins quickly to see Bela throw her head back and laugh, only to look confused when their eyes meet.

“Donna? What’re you doing here?” The old woman huffs, walking back to the counter, but not before Donna sees her tuck the journal into her shawl.

“I was… uhm…” she clears her throat, looking away from a now amused Bela, “…I was with Elena, her and her friends were dress shopping.”

“Do you not like to go shopping for clothes?” Donna looks up with a shrug.

“I guess I prefer making them.” Bela smiles at that, making Donna look away. “So I decided to come here instead.” Bela nods, walking over to her.

“Find anything you want?” Donna tries to hold back a wince, remembering the journal, but swears she can feel the gaze of the woman burning a hole in her back.

“Nothing I want to buy right now,” she says, looking back to the bookshelf. “Maybe another time.”

“There can be some real gems in here, I know I’ve found a few.” Donna glances up to see Bela looking directly at her with a smirk, quickly looking away when she heard her chuckle. At that moment her phone vibrates, and she quickly takes the momentary distraction only to groan.

‘Hey, we’re done.’

‘Where are you?’

‘We’re at the car.’

‘Are you ok?’

“Shit,” she murmurs, quickly typing back that she’ll be right there before pocketing it, sending Bela an apologetic smile. “I need to go meet up with Elena, it was nice seeing you.”

“How far away is she?”

“Not that far, she parked over by Snowfall Café.”

“Would it be alright if I walked you over there?” Donna tilts her head, who has a serious look in her eye. “It’s getting a little late and all.”

“But you just got here?” Bela gives a gentle smile, shrugging.

“I’m down here all the time, it’s no trouble at all.” She puts her hood up, raising an eyebrow. Donna bites her bottom lip before nodding hesitantly, following Bela out.

“Don’t let the acid eat your scalp!”

“It’s hardly even sprinkling!” Bela sighs as the door closes behind them, waiting for Donna to reach her side before continuing. They walk leisurely in silence, Donna taking in the stores she had missed the first time.

“That woman, does she know who you are?” Bela hums in affirmation, looking over at her. “Is it like, a customer-salesperson type of thing?”

“No,” she says with a laugh, “my family’s known for her for a long time.”

“How long?”

“Longer than I’ve been alive. I know that she’s done a lot for us, my family.” Bela shrugs, the two turning down another street. “Least we can do is keep an eye on her now.”

“That’s sweet,” Donna says quietly, confused as to how a woman Bela would describe that way would keep hand drawings of nightmares with her.

“Overthinking?” She turns to Bela, who looks at her concerned. She nods a little, looking down at the ground.

“Did they ever figure out what happened? In the woods?”

“They found tracks of a bear, hopefully they’ll be able to find its den before there are any more accidents.” Donna nods absentmindedly, turning when Bela does.

“And they’re sure it was a bear?”

“Positive.” Donna sighs, trying to feel reassured, but the drawing keeps resurfacing in her mind. It was just so… precise. Just like Bela’s picture.

“Donna!” She looks up at Elena’s voice, gasping when she feels arms around her. “We were worried! We even had some food, but we still hadn’t heard from you, and-” At the mention of food, Donna’s stomach rumbles, which she tries to hide by clearing her throat.

“Sorry,” she almost whispers, “I got a little distracted.” At this Bela steps beside her, smiling awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, I saw her at the bookshop and wanted to talk to her. It’s my fault, really.” Elena freezes before smiling back, nodding quickly.

“It’s not a problem, we were just wondering what had happened!” Looking around Elena, Donna saw Ana and the other looking at the three in annoyance rather than worry, and quickly looked down before they could catch her.

“Of course. I overheard you say you three ate though, and I know Donna didn’t. If you’d both be okay with it, I could drive her home so she can have something from here?” Elena and Donna both look up at her, then each other, Donna with wide eyes and Elena with a smirk.

“I’d be perfectly okay with it, and I’m sure Donna would be too. Right, Donna?” Donna gives her a glare, only to be returned with an innocent smile before looking back at Bela. “Thanks for looking out for her. See you both at school?”

“Of course.” Bela smiles at her before turning to Donna, gesturing towards the café and following her in.

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“A chicken sandwich and water cup,” she says, looking over at Bela who just shakes her head, “and I guess that’s it.” She starts to pull out her wallet, but before she can take it out of her pocket Bela hands her credit card to the cashier, smirking at the look she received.

“What?” She says innocently, chuckling when Donna scoffs.

“You’re not allowed to pay for my food if you don’t even get anything to eat.” Bela takes her card and receipt from the cashier, holding the latter teasingly in front of her.

“I beg to differ,” she says, laughing when Donna grabs at it, pulling it just out of reach. “Here, is that table okay?” Donna nods, and they sit after she fills the water. “Does Claudia expect you home at a certain time?”

“Probably just before midnight or something, she’s not usually too picky.”

“What, don’t have a long list of ex-boyfriends that make her set a curfew?” Donna rolls her eyes as she shakes her head.

“Boys have never been much of a priority,” she says hesitantly, chastising herself for feeling giddy at the ghost of a smile that appears on Bela’s face. She opens her mouth, Donna’s heartrate speeding up when wondering what she would say next, when her name is called and she goes to pick up her food. When she sits back down, she eats too quickly to ask or answer any questions, and when they get in the car, she finds herself quickly falling asleep to Bela’s smooth driving and the quiet background music.

And if her head finds Bela’s shoulder before she’s completely unconscious, that’s her business.

#donna beneviento #bela dimitrescu #donna beneviento x bela dimitrescu #beladonna #resident evil village #re8 #alternate universe #sunrise fic

[jewels-jewels]

Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Warnings and Disclaimers:

Both Characters are consenting adults

Ice Play, Language.

Music was loud as me and my friends entered the club. The club we were at was in a predominantly black area in New York. It was my birthday, my twenty second to be exact. We all looked hot; I couldn’t deny it. I encouraged all of them to look their best, they deserved to get some dick this weekend. I was in a simple short, black dress that had spaghetti straps, black heels, and my braids went down to my waist. My braids were all black with a couple blonde strands scattered through. We’d already reserved a booth knowing that it was gonna be packed since it was the weekend. We claimed our booth and ordered our first round of drinks.

Me and my friends clinked our shots together, tapping them on the table, and throwing them down our throats. I felt the burn of the alcohol coating my throat as I grabbed my best friends hands, getting excited to go dance. Everyone was dancing on top of each other. Girls grinding on girls, girls grinding on guys, etc. After drinking a couple of shots, I grabbed my friends’ hands and started to dance my way over to the dance floor. On and On by Erykah Badu was playing over the speakers. I swayed my hips to the rhythm of the song. The dim to dark lighting of the club shown on our golden skin.

The door to the club opened, and being the curious and nosy person I am, I turned my head slightly to glance at who came in. Before I realized who it was, I’d already turned around. I did a double take when looking at the band closer, the band Loaded diaper, I suppose tonight was the last night of the tour for their new album, the show probably just ended, meaning that this was a celebration.

We made instant eye contact and we walked away and broke eye contact to order his drink. Rodrick Heffley, the lead drummer of the band. I felt his eyes burning on me as I continued to dance. My friends found guys to go home with, I was vibing by myself at the point. I tried to pay the main drummer no mind, knowing that he was only here to bring someone home with him. He just wanted someone for tonight, he’s probably fucked a new girl every night of tour.

A new song was playing, and I felt someone behind me. It was dark, but I still had to be aware of my surroundings. I move up a little bit, not knowing if it’s a weirdo or not and continue dancing on my own.

“You look really beautiful, special occasion?” someone behind me says. I look back, startled realizing Rodrick Heffley was calling ME beautiful.

“Thank you. It’s my birthday actually.”

“Of course, How old?”

“Isn’t it rude to ask a lady how old she is?” I said, trying to make some sort of conversation. I didn’t want him to compliment me and then have it be awkward after.

“Well, I’d want to know in case I want to have you come home with me later.” He said in attempt to flirt with me. I’ll let him; he was being more polite that I thought he’d be.

“Twenty-two, I turned twenty-two today.” I wouldn’t mind coming home with him, I’d like to see what I was in for.

We started dancing together and he pulled me closer to him by the hand. At the point, I’d turned around and started grinding on him and he placed his hand closer to my thigh, not wanting to cross any boundaries and ruin his chances with me.

We were grinding to the beat, and he moved his head down closer to my neck, putting a hand on my chin and tilting my head to the side. He kissed at my neck and whispered in ear, “follow me.” He grabbed my hand and I followed him into the bathroom.

He locked the door behind us and held me against the wall. His hands were big enough to hold an entire half of my waist. He had a firm grip on me, one hand on my waist, the other on my jaw turning my head to the side to kiss and suck at my neck. It felt like all the wind inside of my body had been knocked out of me. I can see I’m going home with him tonight. My arms winded around his neck and pulled him closer to me to be able to kiss him. He licked my bottom lip, politely asking for entrance.

Shortly after he broke away to catch a breath.

“I wanna get out of here. I wanna give you a good time, treat you nicely. Only for the birthday girl. Right, sweetheart?” he said. I almost collapsed to the ground. He was so smooth with his words, I completely forgot that he was a random drummer, from a random band I barely knew the name to. It was okay, acceptable, a one-time thing.

“Okay, let’s get out of here. Let me – let me tell my friends first.” I said with staggered breaths, a little starstruck that he wanted to ‘get out of here’ with me. It would be too much of a hassle to find them, so I texted my friends that I was leaving, and who I was leaving with in case anything went wrong. My location was on the entire time.

Once he noticed I was done notifying my friends, he but his arm around my shoulder, and walked me out of the club and to his car. He connected his phone to the aux and started playing rock songs I knew. I was excited to hear those songs but tried to keep my composure.

‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails came on, and it looked like something changed in Rodrick’s energy. He had his left hand on the wheel and slid his other hand on my thigh. As the song progressed, his hand quickly slid up further. His hand was against my crotch, and he moved my panties to the side under my dress. My breathing was picking up speed due to nervousness. He was going over 95 miles per hour. He looked me directly into my eyes and put his middle finger in his mouth.

He pulled his finger out of his mouth and put it back in its rightful spot. He rubbed slow circles into my clit. It was hard for me to keep still, he started to move his fingers faster and faster, the faster he moved, the wetter I got.

A whine left from between my lips, my hips were moving back and forth to try and get more friction, he was moving purposely slow. He got off on seeing his partners in desperate state. He liked hearing them beg.

We pulled up in front of his place, it was big enough for me to want to be fucked in every room possible. That might be a possibility. He unbuckled both of our seat belts, eager to get his hands on me. He got out of the car, and quickly came over to mine. He opened the door for me and as soon as I got out of the car he put a hand under my knees and another one across my back and picked me up bridal style. I let out a shriek and laughed about it shortly after.

“I’m just too eager to get my hands on you. Like I said, I wanna give you a really good birthday present, dollface.” He said while kissing my cheek and neck and unlocking the door all at the same time. His house was gorgeous, there was huge skylight on the ceiling in the living room. It was amazing, you could see right through to the large kitchen, stocked with food. The kitchen was gonna come in handy in the morning, Since I do not have my car at the moment.

Instead of moving all the way upstairs, he laid me down on the couch. He pulled my dress off me, leaving me in only a bra and underwear. He gave me a couple hickeys in my chest and boob area. All of a sudden, he got up. “I’ll be right back.” He said, I was intrigued. 30 seconds later he came back with a cup of ice cubes. He grabbed one put it between his teeth and went back to his previous position. He looked deep into my eyes, as if he was searching for something more than lust and desperation. He placed the ice cube directly on my torso. He placed his lips on top of it and dragged it down my stomach, making me get overwhelmed and let a small whimper exit my lips.

The freezing temperature of the ice cube mixing with the growing heat spreading throughout my body was exhilarating. It helped neutralize my feelings in a way. He backed himself up slightly. He put my thighs over his shoulders, and while looking directly into my eyes, gently pressed the melting and cold ice cube against my clit. At that point in time, my jaw dropped and I sharply inhaled, letting a moan fall from my lips.

Like I said earlier, he enjoyed seeing his partners in a desperate state. With that, he whispered “I don’t want to hear a pretty little sound fall from your pretty little lips, until I fuck the shit out of you. When that time comes, all I want to hear is my fucking name. Got it?” All I could do was nod yes.

By then the ice cube had melted and he had to grab another one. He took an ice cube between his lips and pressed it onto my clit again. I felt the coldness on the sensitive area and couldn’t stay still. He told me not to make any noise, not to not move…thankfully. He moved the ice in circles, my legs were over his shoulders, and he was watching my every move. He placed the ice cube to melt on my stomach and proceeded to mix the water and my arousal together. By then, there was no problem with lubrication.

He started off slow, licking my clit gently but with enough force and speed to have me going feral in my head, since it was against the rules to go feral out loud. He started to suck my clit, at that rate, I couldn’t help but moan. I started to grind myself against him, noticing that he was trying his best to keep his composure, grinding his hips against the couch, trying to gain some relief through his jeans. I was grinding myself against his face, his nose rubbing against my clit from time to time, shocking me a little more.

“ah- fuck please just like that.” It was hard to keep my composure, he was doing so good. At this rate I wanted him inside of me.

“Please just fuck me Rodrick, please I need you so fucking bad.” I whimpered and whined for him. I was just too desperate.

He got up from his position, although he could probably eat pussy all day long if he wanted to. He took off his belt and took off his pants as well. He threw his pants to the ground to add to the pile of our clothes already on the floor. However, he kept the belt, and skillfully tied it around my wrists. That made it difficult for me, in situations like these I enjoyed touching the person, but having that inability would be a challenge for me.

He wrapped my legs around his hips and leaned down to kiss me, he rubbed his tip against my clit while making out with me, giving both of us some sort of tension release. He moved down to kiss my neck a little and leave a couple pecks on my collar bone.

He reached a hand down to grab his dick, rubbing my clit and finding his own pleasure and moaning at the feeling. I lifted my head closer to his ear, making his head down closer to my face.

“Stop fucking teasing.” I whispered in his ear.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop, I’ve tortured you long enough.” He was being truthful, I agreed with him, I was desperate to finally feel some form of pleasure.

He put it in and he moaned at the feeling. My back arched. He was thrusting into me and my wrists were tied with a belt, I needed to touch him. I clenched my fists and turned my wrist making the leather of his belt make noise. He heard this and decided to untie me. It only took him one hand to undo the entire thing, it was hot if I’m being completely honest.

As soon as the belt fell from my wrists, I reached my hand to his back to dig my nails into his skin. He hissed at the feeling, exhaling deeply and whining at the end. I let go, thinking that it was hurting him. But instead, he begged me to do it again. “Please do that again. Do it harder.” That amplified and brought the both of us closer to our climax. It only took him a couple more thrusts and I felt the tight knot in my stomach that was desperate to unravel.

After a couple more thrusts, both of us had climaxed and were sobered up from the long half hour that just flew by. We were sweaty, not the nasty type of sweaty that makes you want to shower as soon as possible, but the type that smelt (and almost tasted sweet). It only took a couple of minutes of us laying on top of each other to fall asleep. I tried to remember to pee after, but I couldn’t move, I was too tired, I’ll do it in the morning.

I let sleep fall over me, unable to move, not wanting to leave.

The night had quickly passed, and it had already been after noon when I found my phone. I looked around downstairs after picking up his shirt, just to cover myself up. I had to pee like I promised myself I would last night. After finding the bathroom and being nosy and looking through the rest of the house, I made my way back to the living room.

In order to get back to the living room, I had to pass through the kitchen. When I made it there, I found Rodrick standing in only his boxers, looking dead at me.

“I was wondering where you went. You look good in my shirt.” Rodrick said instantly making me blush and get shy. I think we both were still too sober when we let last night happen. “So, I was thinking that I could make us something to eat, and then let you get out of here..ooooorrrr I could make you something and hold you hostage. Which ever you prefer.” He was a very cheeky and flirtatious man, sober or not sober.

“Can I give you my number before you take me home?” I said, I didn’t want to leave, but I also couldn’t stay, I didn’t want to worry anyone, I hadn’t even checked all my notifications yet. “I will allow that, only for the birthday girl.”

He made us something to eat, gave me a pair of sweatpants, and I grabbed a post-it note and a pen. I wrote my number down and stuck the note to the dashboard of his car. Eventually he pulled up to the club where the adventure started, and I directed him to the best of my memory as to where I put my car.

“Text Me? If that’s okay, if you aren’t busy.” I said awkwardly, still wanting more of him, I wasn’t sure why, I barely knew him.

“Of course, maybe we can actually talk, get to know each other.” He said, from what I’ve heard about him, this sounded out of character. I was expecting him to make me uber home.

“Maybe.” I gave him a tight-lipped smile and existed the car into my own. Searching in the glove box for urgent Ibuprofen to get rid of this pounding headache and legs. I found some, found a surprising un-opened water bottle, and cured my temporary physical pain.

I checked my phone before pulling off, thank God I didn’t have work today. The girls had blown up my phone, over 150 messages of them asking how it was going, how it went, who it was, the usual. I figured I’d text them back when I got home. All of sudden I got a text from an unknown number.

“Hey it’s Rodrick, I never got your name?” I got excited, quickly saving the number.

“Hey, I’m y/n, nice to formally meet you.”

#fanfic #rodrick heffley #x reader #oneshot #diary of a wimpy kid

[jonnnysuh]

could we get along with svt in real life?

A collaborative series by @vernonsnostrils and me (Nala)!

A/N: Lately Bee and I have been doing daily rankings for fun and we decided to share our very very specific and dumb insights with all of you. For this one we're ranking who we think could tolerate us......... <3 Warning: Dumb info ahead

NALA:

13.Wonwoo – looks scary. I also have a rbf so imagine us together omg. Everyone would think we’re vampires. No one would want to be friends with us so we’d only have each other.

12.Woozi – I feel like I know nothing about him :-( He’s an amazing musician, and does come off as a little tiny bit mischievous. I feel like Woozi is the type of guy I have every class with but then we graduate never saying a word to each other.

11. Jun – I think Jun is funny as hell but he’s so quiet. I’d want to be his friend but I wouldn’t know how to approach him. Everyone loves him tho so he has his pick of friends and it does not include me LMAO

10. Jeonghan – (this one kind of doesn't make sense bc he should be higher on the list,, but also?? i'm the one who made this list so fite me) but I think that me and him are pretty similar. We both have a side that’s devious and wants to create havoc but we’re also the mom friend that takes care of everyone and with that I feel like we’d butt heads/ be the designated parents which is EW I am 20 years old,, I'm no one's mommy YUCK.

9. Joshua – he’s also quiet but I know he has a good sense of humour!!!! Hypes up my bad ideas bc he’s not involved -- but he will be giving me a thumbs up in the sidelines. I feel like he’s the type to make me text the guy I have a crush on “Just do it. What do you have to lose?” UM my dignity??? Tf Josh.

8.DK – The human version of a “pick-me-up” He is so “no thoughts, head empty” and I am too. Let’s go cloud watching !!!!!!!!! Let’s pick flowers !!!! A good friend to text on a bad day bc he will literally tell you the most embarrassing thing that happened to him, and even though you’ve heard it before it’ll still make you laugh.

7. The8 – simple, really. He likes art and I love art. He likes fashion, I like fashion. I feel like we could talk shit together LMAO. He has the most specific roasts but they’re always on point. I need someone who’s a little bit mean in my life <3

6. Mingyu – I know I could bully him jokingly and he’d take it (bc he knows I’m joking) but it wouldn’t stop him from pouting a bit. I feel like he’d be scared of me at first LMAO. We both share the hobby of photography so my ideal day out with him is just wandering around with cameras and taking pics of things we think are beautiful. Also forcing each other to pose in front of a dirty brick wall bc “IT LOOKS COOL, TRUST ME.” “WAIT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO POSE THO” and then he’d literally have to mold me into a good pose bc I am Play-doh

5. Vernon – The calm to my crazy, convinces me not to beat someone’s ass. Walks into my room to say nothing else but “Spaghetti” and then leaves quietly. Doesn’t talk to me for 5 months but will send me a meme at 5am bc it reminded him of an inside joke we had. Live-texts his emotions to me while watching tv shows, and shares new conspiracy theories with me. He’s a little bit too chill, I need someone ready to fuck shit up.

4. S Coups – is reliable and gives good advice bc he’s also a ball of anxiety. Nags me to do the right thing. Messes with me a lot. Would stay on the phone with me if I was home alone and told him I heard a noise. Says “Calm down there’s no one there.” BUT he’d also say shit like “check under your bed”

3. Seungkwan– I feel like we’re just as annoying as each other. He has the biggest heart and is super encouraging and thoughtful. Half the time we’re joking around, and the other half we’re fighting. Very much love-hate. Capricorns and virgos are a superior duo. I said it.

2. Hoshi– all round good vibes. Chaos and Loudness matched. Doesn’t always have to be around a lot of people bc he creates the fun when it’s just us two. The kind of friend I practice flirting on and everyone’s like ??? “You’re in love with him” no bro I’m just bored… we just do this kind of shit and he is IMMUNE to my lovey antics by now.

1.Dino– We bully each other a lot but we also have each other’s backs. Definitely not ride or dies tho bc we will tell each other when the other fucked up. We are sarcastic dumb dumbs and that’s why we like each other. I feel like he would only tell me how much he cares about me on my birthday.

BEE:

13. mingyu – i literally don’t know what i would say to mingyu. “tall man” or “what up big boy.” i would be scared of him until someone taught me how not to be. like i gotta hang out with him in a group setting for three months straight until i can say hi to him when i enter a room. if i saw him i would simply just Not See Him.

12. wonwoo – like mingyu i don’t know if i’d have anything to say to him. him and mingyu both have popular high school boy personalities and that scares me.

11. josh – besides being californian, i don’t know if we’d have anything to talk about outside of in n out and traffic. he’s too pretty for me.

10. The8 – i feel like we’ve been over this for me. he’s too intellectual and polite i wouldn’t have much to say to him. but i feel like we could talk good shit about other people.

9. jun – i think i get along well with people with quiet funny personalities. like the kind where you don’t have to necessarily say anything but look at them and they’re telling you what they’re thinking. he knows that i know. so he kept reacting and looking at me. i think it’d take a while to develop a friendship though.

8. jeonghan – i wanna cause chaos with jeonghan. i want to do lots of things with jeonghan i feel like he would give me piggyback rides while sliding with his socks on the floor. he would tease me and i would be offended for five minutes while he pretends to tell me he’s sorry (he’s not).

7. dino – dino and i would be like twins building a sandcastle on the beach. that’s our vibe. like the kids you meet on vacation and play pirates with at the pool. relegated to the kids table kind of vibe.

6. scoups – he’s like the type to play catch with the stuffed animal in the room while we sit on the floor and chat. like he just arrived and is asking me about my day and picks it up from my bed and we throw it around while talking.

5. seungkwan – i think seungkwan and i could sit and talk outside on the patio when the stars are bright. like we could sit outside and stare out at the stars while i talk about my biggest dreams and don’t even need to see him to know that he thinks the world of me

4. hoshi – i see a lot of face masks. hoshi teaches me how to dance while they rest on our faces, but they keep sliding off because we’re laughing too hard. he has immaculate vibes, like the type to say “here for a good time not for a long time” but it’s an absolute lie because he’s there for both.

3. woozi – although i like to joke that he’s an evil little man, i think we could talk a lot about music and he would be very happy to teach me what he knows, and we’d spend a lot of time developing ideas and growing together.

2. vernon – he has the personality of my irl best friend, like a slightly chaotic aquarius who is horrendously hard to reach like 99% of the time. he’s the kind of guy who would try to make dinner but end up fucking it up so horribly that when i come in it’s like smoky and awful and the fire alarm is going off, so i have to air out the apartment and go get takeout and bring it home to my burned smelling apartment and eat it on the floor of the living room while binge watching a new netflix show.

1. dk – i just love the kind of joy and energy he radiates, like would be excited to do anything at all if it’s with me. would love to accompany me on any task if i just asked, like getting ice cream at 10pm and he’d know exactly what kind of flavor he’d get so it could accompany mine well when we inevitably switched halfway through the cone. saves the bottom of the cone, the chocolate tip, for me because he knows it’s my favorite.

#seventeen #seventeen head canons #svt #s coups #jeonghan #joshua hong #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #dokyeom #the8 #mingyu #seungkwan #vernon #dino #seventeen fluff #kpop writing #seventeen imagines #about me i guess #vernonsnostrils

[slasherbastard]

Brahms and

“I am damaged.”

(Gives me Heathers vibes lolol)

(gif credit: toloveakiwi)

Warnings: Angst. A lot of Angst, swearing, suicide mention Word count: 2112 Notes: I was this close to writing a bad ending with the manor burning down but I felt bad for Brahms in this one - ALSO if you read this before I edited the first paragraph I’m sorry for the confusion lmao

A fresh start was what you needed. You managed to get away from your family once you took a job across the country as an accountant but you got lost on what felt like a never ending road heading to the middle of nowhere. When you first discovered the Manor it was by accident. You’d been walking for who knows how long among roads surrounded by trees, scared you’d eventually end up trespassing onto someone’s property - but instead you found yourself outside big open gothic gates.

The sun was starting to set and you tried calling out to whoever might’ve been inside the house behind the black spiked fences for a good half hour before going against your morals and just going inside. That’s when you discovered a few odd things. You didn’t know whether to start on the fact that there was drying blood on the floor or the chalk-like substance beside it next to the broken glass belonging to the mirror on the wall, it was a lot to take in.

You assumed that whoever was in the house had decided to flee or maybe someone had broken in - not counting yourself - it was a bit much to think about considering the fact that you were tired as hell and just wanted to sleep. You saw some bunched up blankets and pillows on the couch just feet away from what looked like a legitimate crime scene and decided that sleeping would be a terrible idea, but you were so tired that once again your morals were abandoned as you passed out curled on the white couch cuddling up to the blanket.

That morning, you met the man in the porcelain mask.

You watched him with wide eyes and worried yourself with thoughts of him hurting you and the blood puddle from last night flashed like a ‘life before your eyes’ memory as you tried to imagine what this large figure could do to you - not sexually, although those thoughts were close behind. He got close and as much as the mask creeped you out and you prayed you were dreaming, he didn’t turn hostile, instead he just asked for your name in a high pitched child-like voice.

“Y-Y/N. I am so sorry if I intruded - do you live here? I was just getting ready to go if-”

“No. Stay.” Stay?

“I can explain, sir. I was just so tired and the gates were open and I just needed to-” You gripped your head as an ache hit, you couldn’t tell whether or not it was caused by your own rambling or if it was from the confusion of the events you’d witnessed and were witnessing.

The man - who you later found out was named Brahms - explained as little as you’d wanted. A doll and a list of rules, why? Who knows? Definitely not you, he just expected you to roll with it and so you did. You were a little scared of him so you decided to follow the rules if it meant keeping you alive.

Cut to a few weeks down the line. You’re still living in this gothic daydream of a house with a mysterious man who gave you Phantom of the Opera vibes, things were surprisingly going well for you. For example, you weren’t dead and as weird as it sounded, you and Brahms were now a thing.

Was it weird kissing porcelain lips rather than real ones? Yes. Was it weird falling asleep next to that face? Yes. Was it weird how he never took that damn mask off unless your eyes were covered? Yes. But you managed to deal with it.

When you said you wanted a fresh start this isn’t what you had in mind but weren’t really complaining at the same time. At last, you were happy. You always dreamed of living away from everyone in a cottage in the woods where your only responsibility was to bake bread and not worry about anything, and this was just as close as you were gonna get to that - a manor, where your only responsibility was to care for Brahms. He’s so mysterious, it makes you feel something that you couldn’t explain. But as weird and unexplainable as it truly was to you, you were still happy.

However, things started going sour after an incident that occurred after lunch one day. Brahms’ had woken up on the wrong side of the bed and he was constantly throwing tantrums over the smallest things. You’d just finished the dishes and Brahms was sulking around the dining room table shoving at the chairs and kicking the table legs every time he passed one.

You were growing sick of him and threw the dirty rag you were holding onto the counter and squawked at the older man. “Brahms! What is your problem?”

He stopped and looked up at you for a few seconds before a string of apologies fell out of your mouth, as genuine as they were they also seemed so shallow as you watched Brahms’ eyes. You weren’t standing close enough to see any twitches or expression in those eyes, but you did see what looked to be tears. It broke you.

That’s when Brahms started growing distant. Usually he loved being around you and lived and breathed you but now it just feels like the real Brahms is actually dead and haunting you. You thought It’d blow over in a few days - or in Brahms’ case, a few hours - but it didn’t. He continued to just linger like a ghost, you could feel him watching you but he’d never speak a word and if you tried to initiate a conversation with him he’d disappear.

He began spending more time in the walls and his side of the bed was now occupied by nothing, growing cold. His guilt from the other day was eating him alive and you weren’t actually sure if he’d been eating either since the meals you left him in the freezer stayed there. It worried you, but you couldn’t get through to him, which made you even more worried.

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That night you heard a loud bang come from downstairs and quickly sat up, swinging your legs over your bed and onto the floor you pushed yourself up and ran for the bedroom door. You opened it then stopped before going back in to grab your phone, switching the phone’s light on then making your way downstairs as quickly as you could. Brahms was on the floor, the fridge was open, and the pot of spaghetti you made for dinner was now sprawled across the kitchen floor. Brahms looked up at you and you expected to see shame in his eyes, but they looked dead instead - Not as if he didn’t regret his mistake or that he didn’t care, but he just seemed dead inside.

You knelt down beside him and reached for him but before you could say his name he was up and running for the closest entrance to the walls. “BRAHMS!” You called after him but he didn’t stop, so you ran after him. Being in the walls for the first time was weird but all those feelings felt as if they were miles away while Brahms was racing through your mind even quicker, he seemed to be moving faster as if he were trying to get away from you. You continued calling after him until he turned a corner into his loft and stopped dead in the middle of the room. He didn’t turn to meet your eyes or talk, he just stood there with his back to you looking down at the floor.

You took a few seconds to watch him just in case he was planning on doing something but he didn’t, he just stood there. You tried to step forward and reach for him but your limbs stayed put, so you let out the breath you’d been holding in. “Brahms, please.” Your words were shaky as you tried not to cry. “I told you, I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. I didn’t-”

You stopped when Brahms slowly turned to you - a part of you was relieved that he’d finally stopped ignoring you - and said those three words. “I am damaged.”

Neither of you spoke as you tried to collect your words but you couldn’t find the right words. “What?”

“I am damaged.”

“No you’re not Brahms-”

“YES I AM!” He raised his voice and you took a few steps back, bumping into the wall. “I am a monster.”

You were very confused at this moment, you thought Brahms was mad at you for yelling at him but he was mad at himself? You took a step forward but he took a step back, purposefully trying to keep some distance between the two of you.

“I’m a monster.”

“Brahms you are not a monster. You are not damaged, you’re not bad.” You tried to convince him as he began rummaging through a box on the floor, you began biting down on your thumbnail softly as he picked up what looked to be a news article and shoved it into your chest with a slight bit of force.

You looked down and grabbed the newspaper as he went to let go and you began reading. “I killed her.”

You clicked your tongue as you tried to take in this new information, you were finally starting to realise why he held so much back from you, especially when it came to his past. Letting out a breath you looked up at the man. “This doesn’t change how I feel about you.” You were shocked by the words that came out of your mouth and shocked that you meant everything you’d said. You were standing right next to a murderer and you weren’t scared.

Without warning Brahms ripped off his mask before stepping up to you, just inches away from your face as he screamed “What about this! Huh? I am not who you fucking think I am! I am fucking dam-” He bit his lip and quickly turned around, putting the mask back on and trying to quieten his sobs. “Just go. Before I hurt you, too.” he said in a hushed, calmer voice that you almost didn’t hear.

“No.” Brahms turned to you, he was just as confused as you were. “What else have you done. What else are you hiding from me?” You weren’t angry, still a little upset, but not angry.

“You’ll leave me, just like they all did.”

“Brahms trust me, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve done bad things too.” You let out an awkward laugh in an attempt to try to lighten the mood but it clearly failed as you cleared your throat and tried to act like it didn’t happen. “Please. I just want you to be honest with me.”

He didn’t respond. Instead he took the mask off and wiped away the stray tears before they could fall. Brahms began to dive into his past, from the murder of his childhood friend to the most recent murder that took place the night you arrived. He answered all your questions and watched you, still worried you’d go against your promises and run but you didn’t. You just stood there and listened, you were glad he was finally being honest - in return you told him about your past and even though it wasn’t as gruesome as his he still listened. By the end of that conversation you felt closer to Brahms, it felt like a twisted version of couple’s therapy but it worked. Brahms was still very surprised at the fact that you stayed even after he admitted to his crimes, he felt a bit sympathetic for you even.

That night the two of you fell asleep next to each other, woke up together, ate breakfast together, it was the most inseparable the two of you had been in months. After last night you’d expected a bittersweet ending - you expected to be kicked out, even - but you were only closer to him, the strange man who once wore a mask of porcelain.

This is as good as your life is going to get, and you’re still happy.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire angst #brahms heelshire x reader #the boy #the boy 2016 #angst #slasher #writing

[livexdolan]

The Cage - Part One

A/n: so hi! This is a UFC based fic about Grayson Dolan. This is an AU with an OC. There is no face claim as of now but they might change idk. I’m not going to ramble lol I’m just very very nervous. Anywho please enjoy and let me know what you think! There will be many parts to this series by the way lol so this part is kind of slow but just wait aha

Word Count: 5924

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, explicit language, and triggering topics (maybe?) mentioned

“I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be famous- never telling anyone but I’ve always wanted to know- wanted to get in the head of someone famous and see what they go through- but I could’ve never guessed this was how I was going to find out.

It all started when I was 22, fresh out of college, with a crappy assistant job at a publishing company in Los Angeles, California. Having been stuck at this job for almost three years and never even having my articles read, I was starting to lose hope that I would never be more than an assistant. Until one day…”

“Lily! Get in here! And bring me a coffee!” I scurry to Mr. Lane’s office, clutching the coffee I had just gone and grabbed for him, stopping by my desk to grab my notebook and pen.

I opened his glass door and put his coffee down on his desk, pushing up my glasses as I opened my notebook and clicked my pen, looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what he needed me to do. He looks at me, his eyes bright at first but quickly losing their color and he sighs as though he’s already exasperated, “What is this?” He holds up a copy of a story I had put on his desk.

Oh jeez, another rejection. I push my glasses up again and start to stutter out an explanation in a quiet voice, “Well, I-I heard you talking to some of the reporters about need-needing a new story for next week's issue and well, I-I already had an idea so I thought I’d-” He cuts me off with a quick raise of his hand and a stoic look on his face, giving nothing away.

“Look,” he sighs and rubs his face with both hands before continuing, “It’s not a bad story, but it’s a half-baked idea. That’s your problem. That’s why you haven’t gotten a byline yet- you can never deliver a full idea- let alone a full article, do you understand?”

I look down, refusing to let him see my cheeks burn red and my eyes water. This is what he says every time I give him an idea. “Do you want to be a journalist?” He questions.

I make eye contact with him quickly lifting my head and squaring my shoulders to try and seem more confident, “More than anything, sir.”

“Well then, I have a proposition for you.” He gets up from his chair, his tall, lean body going to perch on the corner of his desk as he looks up at me his blue eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint, “I’ll give you a lead, and if you can follow through and get me a full 12000-word article by Monday, you can keep your job and I might throw you a lead here and there. But if you fail to deliver…” He pauses momentarily, thinking over his next words carefully, “you lose your job.”

I gasp and try to reason with myself for a second, making a mental pro-con list before replying quietly, “What’s the article on?”

He shakes his head and smirks lightly, filling my stomach with more unease, “No, you have to agree to the proposition. Then, I will tell you the story.”

Can I do this? Can I risk everything? I mean, that’s what my life’s been so far, a lot of risks and sacrifices. But is this a sacrifice I’m willing to make?

What would mom do? I sigh, “O-ok. Okay, I accept. Now, what’s the story?”

He claps his hands together excitedly and looks up at me with a boyish grin, he moves swiftly behind his desk and grabs an envelope, handing it to my shaky hands, “Grayson Dolan, he fights tonight here at the arena, go with a press pass, get an interview with him and ask him a couple of questions. Oh, and make sure we get a quote.”

I stare at him open-mouthed, frozen to my spot, “What? The Grayson Dolan?! You and I are both very aware that he refuses to do interviews. This isn’t even possible.” I say without trying to raise my voice too much.

Jace just leans back in his desk chair, lacing his fingers together and putting them behind his head, “Not my problem- it’s yours now. If I don’t have that story in my hand Monday morning, just pack your things up and leave, got it?” He smirks up at me.

I just silently walk out of his office and back to my desk, sitting down and putting my head against the cool wood surface. I don’t know if I want to cry or punch myself in the face.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

“And then he told me that if I accept- but fail to give him a story- I lose my job!”

“Wow! I never liked that guy, you know. He gives off such- such a douchebag vibe.”

I can’t help but chuckle at my dad’s voice dropping a little, he hasn’t been big on cursing since mom passed. At first, it was weird because both my parents cussed when I was growing up. But after mom passed, dad decided that, ‘there’s enough hate in the world’ and that he’s not going to add to it with foul language.’

“I know Dad, but what am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t accept it! You should never risk your whole career on whether or not some guy is feeling up to an interview!”

“Ok, one-” I start, “it is not just some guy! This is Grayson Dolan! And two,” I lower my voice and chew my lip, a bad habit I picked up in middle school, “I already agreed.”

“Of course you did!” he sounds exasperated and I pull my phone away from my ear a little out of reflex, “You are just like your mother, you know that?” he sighs and the line goes quiet.

“Daddy?” I whisper into the phone. He stays silent. It’s my turn to sigh and fall back onto my couch. I mutter into the phone, “He wouldn’t tell me the story until I accepted. I have to go get ready, I’ll talk to you after the match. I’ll be sitting ringside so look for me, ok?”

“Ok, I will. I’m still not happy about this.”

“I know Dad, you’re not happy with two-thirds of the things I do.”

That gets a reluctant chuckle out of him, “I guess you’re right. Good luck, by the way. If anyone can get an interview out of Dolan- it’d be you. And if you can’t, your childhood bedroom would love to have you back.”

“Ha-ha. Thanks. I love you.”

“Love you too baby, I’ll see you soon?”

“Dad,” my stomach drops at his hopeful voice and I can’t bring myself to tell him the truth, “Maybe, bye.”

I hang up the phone before he can say anything and I sink into the couch.

I wake with a start, my neck sore from the back of the couch. Oh no. I grab my phone in a haste, I turn it on and my whole body sags in relief when the time shows up; 6:45.

I have about an hour and a half to get ready, that’s enough time!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Wrong. Very wrong. I feel a wave of heat wash over me, igniting my anxiety as I look at the time on my phone; 7:45.

I quickly put on my normal, light makeup consisting of moisturizer, skin tint, blush on my cheeks and nose, giving me an almost sunburnt look. I shape my eyebrows a little, fix my glasses, and put on my chapstick. I quickly brush out my short, wavy hair and clip back the front parts. I shake my head slightly to get my bangs in place and do one last check in the mirror before heading to my closet.

Too pink. Too casual. Too tight. Too- ugh where did I even get that from? I start moving the hangers faster, getting frustrated with my lack of options. I move past a pastel purple dress- wait. I go back to the dress and grab it off the rod, holding it up in the light.

When did I buy this? My eyebrows furrow as I look at the beautiful and delicate dress that I must’ve forgotten about. I pull it off the hanger and slowly put it on, saying a silent prayer that it fits.

I smooth the soft material out and look in the mirror. I’m pleasantly surprised by how the dress fits. It’s silk with spaghetti straps and is a lilac color with little flowers all over it.

I don’t have time to overthink my outfit now. I throw on my roommate’s white Timberlands, grab my black purse, making sure my ID, wallet, and phone are all tucked safely inside. I grab my press pass and put the lanyard around my head carefully.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out to the living room where my roommate is sitting waiting for me to come out.

I clear my throat and try not to look too awkward. Ryan looks up from her MacBook and gasps, tossing her laptop onto the couch next to her, she moves over to me, her long legs gracefully walking around the coffee table.

She investigates every part of my outfit, making me feel small and self-conscious. Before I can stop myself, I start rambling in a quiet tone, “Is-is this too much? Do you th-think it looks okay?”

She grasps my shoulders and a wide smile makes its way onto her face, “Of course, you look amazing!” I smile at her and she winks at me, “When that pretentious ass sees you- he might want to do more than just let you interview him.”

I snort and roll my eyes and she laughs, “Yeah right,” I mumble.

She walks over to our coat rack and pulls off a small black cardigan, “Here, I know it gets cold in there,” I smile gratefully and take it from her, folding it over the crook of my arm and taking a deep breath.

I start to walk towards the door and she calls my name, I look back at her as I open the door, “You look hot Lil- knock ‘em dead,” I smile at her and nod, walking out before I get sappy.

I pull into the busy parking lot of the arena and gulp down my bubbling anxiety. I find a parking spot, towards the back of the lot seeing as I don’t get bothered by having to walk a little. I go up to the line, seeing a sign that says, ‘PRESS ENTRANCE HERE’ I smile at the worker looking at me and pointing to the Press sign and then at my pass hanging around my neck, he nods.

I go towards the other entrance and show a different security guard my pass and he opens a door for me, I smile up at him, “Thank you-” I glance at the small name tag, “Don.” He blushes slightly and coughs.

I blush too and walk through the door quickly. I realize that I’m ‘backstage’ and can hear the fans cheering for one of the main card fights happening. I check my small watch and see that it’s going to be another hour or so before Grayson Dolan fights.

I take another deep breath and start walking forward, trying not to look like a lost puppy and failing when a man wearing a UFC crew shirt comes over to me with furrowed brows, “Who’re you looking for?”

I look at him, his deep voice vibrating against the walls, “Grayson Dolan,” I answer back.

He gives me a once-over and I try not to make a face when he meets my eyes and smirks, “Oh, he’ll like you.” I furrow my brows but decide not to question it as he points down a long hallway, “Four doors down, take a right, then the last door on the left is him- the one that’ll say, Grayson Dolan.” I thanked him even though he was a bit rude, and made my way down.

Once I turn down the hallway I see someone sitting outside one of the rooms on a single chair. I make my way closer and my heart drops into my stomach when I see it’s a girl sitting outside Grayson Dolan’s room, “Hello? Are-Are you okay?”

The girl looks up at me from her phone and gives me a once-over, except it’s different from the way the worker did- she looks annoyed with me. She stands up, her high heels making her about an inch or two taller than me, “Who are you?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her cleavage up.

I cough to clear my throat a little, taken back by her abrasive tone, “I’m a reporter- Are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine, and if you’re here for Grayson Dolan- he won’t talk to you.”

“I- I’m sorry, why do you say that?” The woman steps closer to me and I try not to gag at the smell of her cheap, overused perfume. I step back from her and she straightens up slightly, glowering at me.

“Just run along, maybe you’ll understand when you’re grown,” She says, looking back at her phone, when she glances up and sees I’m not leaving she rolls her eyes, “Grayson Dolan doesn’t talk to reporters. I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t actually a reporter anyway, you’re probably just here to fuck him, huh? Get in line,” She laughs.

My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t understand why she’s being so rude and malicious towards me but I have to get this interview. I can’t let people like her bring me down anymore. When she gives me a fake smile and sits back down, I decide to be the bigger person. Not snapping back at her and ignoring her. Because she doesn’t know me and she doesn’t know what I’ve been through.

The door opens before I can say anything anyways and we both look over, startled. A man looks over at us, then turn and glances back inside the room before he nods, looking at me, and asking what my name is, “Lily Taylor, here with Ace Publis-” I try to tell him but he cuts me off opening the door wider and my eyes widen as he tells me to come in. I try to keep from laughing when the girl asks if she can come in but he just shakes his head at her, I turn around quickly before he shuts the door, “If I were you- I wouldn’t lie to others and say you’re around his age, it’s very obvious that you’re old enough to be his mom,” And the door shuts on her shocked face.

I realize my heart is pounding in my ears and that is probably the meanest thing I’ve ever done, “I should probably apologize,” I whisper to myself and jump slightly when I hear a deep chuckle.

“What can I help you with, Ms. Taylor?” My shoulders tense at the familiar voice and I turn around slowly, facing a couch with a very amused Grayson Dolan sitting on it.

“I- I’m so sorry for being so rude to her. I didn’t mean to be.”

“Why do you think I’d care about her? She’s been sitting out there for two hours,” He laughs and I think he caught the raise of my eyebrow but ignores it, “I asked you once, Ms. Taylor, I don’t like repeating myself.” He reminds me of his question.

I square my shoulders, “I’m here with Ace Publishing & Co., I would love if you could answer some questions for me,” I smile at him, trying to come off as friendly.

His amused expression drops and he scoffs, “You’re one of them? God- here I was hoping you were a die-hard fan. Was going to make you feel very special,” He smirks at me and I scrunch my nose out of habit at his gross words. I quickly stop, realizing I need this, “Frank- show Ms. Taylor out please,” He sighs, and my eyes widen and I stick my hands out and Frank stops moving for a second.

“Wait! Wait! Please I-” Frank huffs at my refusal to move and grabs my arm as I move closer to Grayson, “Please. I wouldn’t be this adamant if I didn’t need this. Please. My career is counting on this moment. Please, I will get down on my knees and beg if I have to, please,” I put my hands in a pleading gesture, hoping he’d take pity.

He holds his hand up to Frank and he lets go of my arm, I sigh and straighten up a little, hoping to gain back some of the dignity I seemed to have lost, “What do you mean?” He cocks his head to the side curiously and I blush, glancing at the ground.

“My boss he uh- he told me that if I don’t get at least a quote from you I can kiss my job goodbye and well, it’s not the best job but I’ve worked my ass off to get where I’m at and he’s being unfair and I understand that this isn’t your problem and I understand why you don’t like to talk to interviewers-”

He cuts me off, “You know why I don’t talk to interviewers?” I look up at him and nod meekly, “Why? Explain it to me,” he crosses his arms and I think he might be upset with me.

I look back down at the ground and take a breath, glancing back up at him through my lashes, “You don’t do interviews because doing an interview is personal and revealing. You’re scar- scared to let the world see who the Grayson Dolan is because you don’t think they’ll like you as much.”

He cocks his eyebrow and uncrosses his arm, sighing, looking away from me to the wall, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he contemplates for a minute, “You got like 20 minutes to ask me whatever you want, and no stupid questions that all the interviewers ask, okay?” I nod and move to sit in the chair next to the couch.

“Do you mind if I record this? I’d like to keep this paper-free, meaning I don’t have a notebook out and try to write everything down. We’re just going to have a conversation and let it flow. I can stop recording at any time if you say something you’d like erased. I’m not here to expose you, just here to get to know you. As a person. Not as a fighter. I’m not going to ask you anything about how being a fighter’s been or what your inspiration is. I’m going to ask you about you. As a whole. Because the UFC is not your personality,” I explain to him, pulling my phone out and pulling up my voice memos app and looking back up to him, waiting for an answer.

He stares at me until finally, I say his name quietly, hoping he’s okay, he blinks and flushes, shifting, “Sorry, y-yeah, that’s okay. I just- I didn’t expect you to be like- acting like a human.”

I laugh and start recording, “Maybe that means I’m a bad journalist? I don’t know- I feel like it’s easier to connect and get the questions in without papers and cameras and all that other stuff.”

(this part is going to be a dialogue as though we are just listening to the recording)

“That makes sense, and no I can tell you’re going to be great, you treat me like I’m just- a guy, which doesn’t happen often.”

“I bet, you don’t deserve that though. Okay, I’m going to start us off with some icebreakers- so tell me what your childhood dream job was, your favorite ice cream flavor, and 3 things you do on the weekends.”

“Oh, jeez, what is this- first day of 6th grade? Fine- Uh, I always wanted to be a pro wrestler, that was my dream job as a kid. My favorite- vegan- ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip. And, uhm, three things I do on the weekends...okay okay I got it; eat, sleep, workout. Now you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, Miss Reporter. If you want this to flow you gotta participate as well.”

“Okay, fine. Uh- as a kid I always wanted to be a veterinarian, and then when I was like 10 I realized I wanted to be a writer. My favorite ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip as well. And on the weekends...I’d probably say; read, watch fights with my dad, and drink tea with my best friend at a cafe.”

“Every single weekend?”

“Yeah, my dad lives on the other side of the country so we do a FaceTime call and watch UFC together. My roommate has a job that takes up a lot of her time during the week so we go to this small cafe by our house every weekend.”

“Wow.”

(this is where the rest of the interview would be but, for later in the timeline, we aren’t going to cover every question she asks him :))

“Okay, now tell me about your family. Where you grew up, were your parents married, did you have a dog, and how do you think this all helped make you the man you are today?”

“I grew up in New Jersey; my dad left when I was 10. I’m allergic to dogs and cats, so I have a parrot named Gizmo. My mom never remarried and my sister lives with her. My brother and I moved to LA when we were 18, with no money, no job, just hope. We went to a gym and asked them if they’d train us. The next thing I knew, my brother was getting a job working at the gym and becoming one of my trainers. I learned how to fight and used my wrestling experience and worked my way into the UFC.”

“You didn’t answer my last question.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you told me how you got started in the UFC. I don’t want to know about that- everyone knows that story already. I want to know how you think the things you went through as a child have shaped you as a person.”

“I- I guess- I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t think much of who I’ve become so that question is hard to answer.”

“Why do you say that? You are one of the most accomplished men in America.”

“To others, but this- I wasn’t supposed to be a fighter. Everyone sees me as accomplished but I just feel like this was an accident. There was no great event in my life that caused me to become an MMA fighter- it just happened.”

“You don’t believe in fate, Mr. Dolan?”

“No, I don’t. Do you, Ms. Taylor?”

“Yes, I believe that we all have a path we are meant to follow and that everything happens for a reason.”

“Why?”

“Because- I don’t know- it’s nicer than the alternative to me, I guess. I don’t want to live in a world where nothing has a reason behind it. We’ll move on to the next question. You don’t disclose personal information; relationships, family, children, etcetera.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Why is that? Are you afraid?”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“The same reason I said earlier as to why you don’t like interviews; you are scared people will see the real Grayson Dolan and not like you as much or think you’re different.”

“Are you like- a profiler or something? Why do you think that?”

“I’m not a profiler- I’m a journalist. It’s my job to look for clues, pick up on the small things about someone no one else would notice.”

“Ok, I’ll accept that. Is it my turn to ask you questions?”

“No that’s not how this works.”

“You said you wanted this to be like a normal conversation, did you not?”

“Yes, I did say that, but-”

“Okay, well, I don’t know about you but normally when I’m getting to know someone- I get to ask questions just like they do.”

“Fine. What do you want to know?”

“I want to know...if you’ll go out with me?”

“What? Like on a- like on a date?”

“Yes, a date, Ms. Taylor.”

“Uh- I don’t know, maybe, I-”

“30 minutes to the fight, Dolan! Gotta get you warmed-up!”

(the story is back to normal now)

“So?” He questions as he stands up and I try to gather all my stuff. Trying to push down the butterflies while I stop the recording. I just continue to get more flustered, especially when he puts his hand out for me and I shyly take it, he pulls me to my feet and I stare at him through my lashes.

“I- sure. On one condition,” I smile slyly up at him and he raises an eyebrow at me, I ignore the unfamiliar feeling between my thighs at the look on his face and continue quickly, “You have to win this fight. I’ll be in the front row watching. If you win- I’ll go out with you.”

He smiles and then chuckles, “I thought you were going to make it hard? I could win this fight in my sleep baby, I’ll let you know the time after the fight, just stick around, yeah?”

I snort and roll my eyes, ignoring the pull on my heart when he calls me baby, “I’ll be there,” He smiles at me again and I jump a little in surprise when I feel his warm, large hand on the small of my back, he opens the door for me and leads me into the hallway.

I try not to laugh at the face of the Instagram model when she sees Grayson’s hand on me, “I’ll be looking for you in the front row, just so you know.” He teases.

I smile at him and kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll be the one cheering the loudest. Knock Em dead!” I walk away quickly and glance back seeing him standing there, his right hand gently going up to touch the spot I kissed and we both blush. My heart drops into my stomach when he looks over and sees the model. I have to turn the corner and get to my seat so I don’t see how he reacted. He wouldn’t sleep with her right after asking me out, would he? My subconscious snaps back; you barely know the man! Maybe he does this all the time! I push her down and ignore the bad feeling in my gut.

As I sit down in my seat, everything that just happened hits me and I slouch into my seat, what. the. fuck. I’m going on a date with Grayson Dolan! I got an interview with Grayson Dolan! I kissed Grayson Dolan on the cheek! I bite back a smile and take out my phone, taking a video showing me smiling at the camera, then flipping the camera around and showing off how close I am to the octagon. I sent it to my dad quickly.

He responds almost immediately.

*From Daddy: Wow!! So cool! Have tons of fun! Not too much though! Not ready to be a grandpa...yet ;)

I snort and roll my eyes, responding and then turning my phone off when the lights in the arena dim.

*To Daddy: Lmao, shut up. I’ll try to have fun though! The main card is starting! I’ll talk to you later, love you <3

After I watch a few of the fights before Graysons’, I take some pictures and jot down some information about the fights and who won, knowing it’ll add more substance to my piece.

I watch as the whole arena transforms and the whole place is bursting with barely-contained energy and the place goes dark. Suddenly, lights start beaming and music starts playing, I smile at the Kid Cudi (each fight he uses a different Cudi song) choice for tonight- Enter Galactic as it blasts through the speakers everyone goes wild, Grayson moving swiftly to the octagon with his head low and singing the song softly to himself. I can tell he’s not the same Grayson I was talking to, he has flipped the switch- as he told me he does- and is now The Grayson Dolan- UFC Fighter and Champion.

He takes his shirt off and I blush at his tan skin, the rippling muscles making my brain go straight in the gutter. The ‘doc’ pats him down and puts vaseline on his face. I try not to laugh at how weird he looks with his eyebrows slicked down.

He makes his way into the octagon and I see him scanning the front row when his eyes land on mine. I smile at him but he just gives me a curt nod in response before turning away. I’m taken aback by his attitude but I know he has to stay in his fighter mentality.

The other fighter, Dominick Reyes, comes in and he has a good amount of people cheer for him but the majority of the arena boos when he comes out. I know that having some of how this fight goes in my article will make it look better because it’s such a big deal, so I jot some notes down, some about Grayson and some about Reyes.

I subconsciously chew on my nail, scolding myself when I realize what I’m doing. He’s going to win. I tell myself to calm down, I’ve never been to a fight before so the chaotic and anxiety-filled energy around me must be getting to my head.

The ref announces them both, and then they go to the middle, Grayson goes to touch Reyes’ fist, but Reyes pulls back and smirks at Grayson, “C’mon pretty boy,” he sings.

Grayson’s jaw clenches and he starts moving around the octagon, Reyes slowly falling into a pattern of chasing him around. Grayson continues to step to the right until suddenly, he moves to the left, and Reyes doesn’t see it. I watch in astonishment as he puts all of his power into the punch, hitting Reyes perfectly on the temple. Reyes drops to the ground and Grayson’s about to follow him to the mat but the ref stops him, officially calling the fight. Grayson looks over at me, my mouth hanging wide open and he smirks, winking at me.

That asshole just winked at me.

I stand up quickly, cheering loudly with everyone else and he shakes his head, turning back to his team as they run into the octagon to hug him. Once Grayson is done with everything and the crowd starts shuffling out, Grayson comes over to me, “D’you see that?” He smiles and I smile back.

“Yeah, yeah, I saw,” He chuckles and grabs my arm pulling me into him.

I gasp as I hit his hard, sweaty chest, “You’re sweaty,” I scrunch my nose up and try to pull away but he tightens his grip, staring down at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You owe me a date,” He responds and I roll my eyes, ignoring the hammering of my heart at how close we are to each other.

“What time and where?” I say, acting bored.

He chuckles down at me, “I’ll pick you up at 5:30. This Saturday. Just bring your beautiful self and don’t worry about anything else.”

“What’s the dress code?” I raise my eyebrow and he shrugs.

“Whatever you want to wear, although I’ll tell you right now they might frown upon you wearing lingerie or something like that.”

I snort and as he moves away from me a little and we start walking behind his team I realize that I’m a lot colder than I realized, rubbing my arms subconsciously and realizing that I left my sweater in the car damn it.

Grayson notices me rubbing my arms and bumps my shoulder, “You cold?”

“A little. I have a sweater in the car, I’ll be fine.”

He frowns as he opens the door to his dressing(?) room, “I have a jacket you can wear.”

He goes over to a chair in the corner and grabs a big, soft black jacket with DOLAN on the back and the UFC and Reebok logo on the front. I shake my head, “No, r-really it’s- it’s okay,”

“Just take it, you can give it back later, s’not a big deal, I don’t need it. I’m way too hot right now.”

He hands it over to me and I look down at it in his hands and then glance back at him, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes and comes over to me, putting it on my shoulders and looking down at me, “Just wear it. Please?” He whispers and I flush, seeing that if I moved too fast our lips would be touching.

I nod softly and he steps back. I take a deep breath and put my arms through the sleeves and the jacket immediately warms me. I relax into the warmth and pull it tighter around me and he smirks, “Like you in my clothes.”

I blush and look down, “I- I should be goi-going,” I point my thumb at the door and he bites back a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you Saturday then?”

I nod and stutter out a response as I walk back to the door, “Y-yep! 5:30! Wait- I didn’t give you my address o-or my phone num-Ow!” I yelp in surprise when the door handle digs into my lower back and he can’t hold back his laugh as he walks over to me, trapping me between him and the door.

I swallow at his large frame covering me up, his arms resting on each side of the wall by my head, I can see his large biceps and the veins running up his arms in my peripheral vision. He smirks and leans down, “Check your pocket,” he says softly and I look up at him with furrowed brows.

I slowly move my hands to the jacket pockets and after digging around a little I feel a small piece of paper in the right pocket. I pull it out and open it up. I glance up at him in surprise at the digits scribbled onto the paper.

“H-How did you- why-” He cuts me off by moving away from me, my body on fire from how close he had been to me.

I move off the door when he motions for me to move and he opens the door, “Ms. Taylor,” He says, trying to hide a smirk.

I scoff incredulously and walk past him, stopping outside the door in the cold hallway, I turn back to look at him before I walk away to go have a panic attack in my car, “Mr. Dolan.”

A/n: okayyy so I know it’s bad and I’ll be editing it soon but I’m posting this on an ipad lmfao so please cut me some slack.

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Favorite RE:V and/or DBH headcanons, if you have the time and energy? -🖤 (also I totally forgot I signed off my first anons to u with 💛 but I guess I'll use 🖤 anyways lol)

Okay, I really wanted to answer this but I’ve had work a lot recently but I’m home finally and have time!!

RE8 headcanons:

- Lady D is a Facebook mom and always posts pics of her daughters

- Lady D often reads books and shows pics/vids to her daughters since they’ve never been able to go outside cause of the cold. They love what she shows them

- Lady D is actually really sweet and caring when she isn’t slicing you up. She’ll call you ‘darling’ as she gently strokes through your hair to calm you if you’re crying. She’ll whisper in a gentle voice to let you know everything will be okay

- Beneviento loves art. She loves to draw and will often do portraits of Angie and her other dolls

- She’s very soft and wears a lot of cute black dresses

- Moreau needs hugs. He will desperately try to get hugs out of you

- He vomits when he’s overly excited

- PRAISE. Moreau needs praise. Constantly looking for approval from others, always feels like he isn’t good enough

- 4.7 inch dick

- Heisenberg is a top

- Heisenberg will use a metal dildo on you from afar

- Heisenberg can be quite soft but it’s also foreign to him and he can never quite get the whole ‘comfort’ thing right because nobody’s ever shown him comfort. He will do his best

- Hugs with him are awkward cause he never knows what to do

- He’s fully experienced in sex tho. He learnt from his machines ;)

- Heisenberg has a 7 inch dick

- Miranda is also a Facebook mom

- Always posts pics of her child who she’s a lil obsessed with everyone knowing about

- Obnoxious outfits

DBH:

- Connor, like Moreau, also loves praise

- (because I ship Hankcon) he will often try to talk Hank out of unnecessary drinking by bribing him with cuddles and walks

- Connor can be quite shy depending on the AU

- Connor is very curious and if he’s a mermaid in a mermaid AU, he has a little collection of shells that he likes to look at and often will present them as gifts to ppl he loves/appreciates

- He loves working in the police alongside Hank

- As a machine, he’s very daddy. Like in that scene with the three androids in the news tower where he will throw abuse and shit, that kinda daddy hotness

- he has a 5 inch dick

- Hank is a very good dad but if he’s had a hard day at work, he will snap at times but always apologises after

- He will do anything for his son Cole, even if it costs a lot of money

- He can be very mean in a sexy way

- Hank mostly wears hoodies and sometimes Connor likes to steal them

- Hank favourite food are burgers

- Hank has a 6.5 inch dick

- Nines is very stern but very loving and affectionate too

- He always tries to keep things under control and rarely loses himself

- He doesn’t handle deviancy well at first and will grow increasingly stressed and angry the more people point it out

- He has a close relationship to Connor and they both help each other out through deviancy

- Nines likes to use whips on people

- Nines is a brat tamer

- Nines has a 7 inch dick

- Nines (because I ship reed900), always tries to feed Gavin healthy food

- Gavin always refuses healthy food because it tastes ‘bad’

- his favourite food is spaghetti bolognese

- Gavin likes rock music

- Gavin likes to try to top Nines just so Nines will pin him down and put him in place

- Gavin loved caramel syrup in his coffee

- Gavin is very jokey, likes to wind people up intentionally

- Doesn’t get on well with Hank

- Often ends up in Fowler’s office for ‘talks about his behaviour’

- He thinks hank is lazy because he always shows up late

- He’s often irritated because he’s always at work on time, always puts in his all yet hank who is quite lazy about his job is still Lieutenant

- he has a 6.5 inch dick

- Kamski is narcissistic and has a god complex

- Kamski will tie you up for hours and leave you with a vibe

- Kamski likes it when you say his name during sex because hearing that he’s so good at making you feel good turns him on

- Sometimes he’ll even moan his own name

- He expects to be called ‘mister’ or ‘sir’

- Kamski has a 7 inch dick

#thanks for the ask!! #dbh #re8 #resident evil 8 #Detroit become human #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #Donna Beneviento #Beneviento #Salvatore Moreau #Karl heisenberg #Heisenberg #hank Anderson #dbh Hank #dbh connor #rk800 #rk900 #dbh nines #nines #Gavin reed #dbh Gavin #Elijah Kamski #dbh Kamski #ask

[purplestzebra10]

I can help

Summary: Today was wash day and you didn’t feel like doing your hair. Luckily for you Tanaka is happy to help.

Pairing: Tanaka x Black fem!Reader

Word count: 860 (im sorry its short)

Warnings: None, just something light

A/N: Hey! This is one of my first times posting some fanfiction on here. I recently got out of a writers block that I was in for years and just started writing. I really love this though. I also thought this scenario was cute. I am currently working on dialogue because I hate doing it but it is something needed. Picture used it not mine.

I made a little playlist to read along to because I like the vibes. I don’t even think it’ll take that long to complete it.

Playlist: 

Good days- SZA

I want you around-Snoh Aalegra

Find someone like you- Snoh Aalegra

Temptation-Raveena

Honey- Raveena

On & on - Erykah Badu

Hold on- The Interne

Today was supposed to be a rest day but you weren’t getting any rest. You were in quite the pickle to be relaxing. At the beginning of the week you had taken out your box braids but didn’t do your regular routine. You skipped over washing it and kept it in a nice small fro. Of course you sprayed your water and conditioner mixture to keep it looking fresh but it still needed love. 

Now you’re standing in your bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror after a nice shower. You wrapped your hair in a microfiber towel, dried yourself off, and slipped on your clothes. A maroon spaghetti strap undershirt and white shorts with hearts on them. You have all your products laid out on the sink for use from conditioner to oil. You didn’t even take the towel off yet however you already felt drained.

As you pressed shuffle on your R&B playlist you heard the keypad to the front door beep. Usually, you would’ve been worried but it was Tanaka. You knew because he texted you about coming over but you still didn’t like him unlocking the door instead of knocking. 

“Heyo.” He shouted.

“You could’ve knocked.” You said walking out the bathroom to get some sodas out the fridge. 

“Yeah but why would I do that?” He asked, shrugging, like it wasn’t a big deal. You turned and looked at him but realized that there was nothing going on in his brain. Sighing, you just gave him one of the pops. 

As he took a few sips you scanned his appearance. He wore a black t-shirt with some words on it but it was covered with a green jacket. He had some black joggers and some regular timbs. You would’ve said something about it but you realized, he had his shoes still on. 

“Take your damn shoes off.” You scolded, now drinking your pop.

“Sorry ma.” He responded. As he took his boots you walked back to the bathroom taking a nice deep breath. “Soo, whatcha doing?” 

“Dying” You took off the towel and debated on actually finishing your hair. 

“That's not a real answer.” he stated leaning against the doorframe. 

“I’m doing my stupid hair.” 

“It’s not stupid, I think it’s cool.” He assured you. “What style are you doing this time?” Ever since yall became friends Tanaka has shown his appreciation for your hair. It amazed him how many styles and accessories you could do.

“I don’t know.”

“I can help.” You turned to him. Right now he was like an angel to you, a gift from god. 

“You serious?”

“Yeah, I’m a fast learner.” He stood straight, readying himself for work. You looked back at the mirror for a few seconds and decided to give it a shot. After some thought you figured that bantu knots were the way to go.

“Help me get this stuff to the living room.” Since you weren't the one doing you decided it would be best to be sitting. 

In a matter of minutes y’all put all the products on the table neatly. You grabbed a throw pillow and a minnie mirror out of your room. You directed him to sit on the couch with legs opened and positioned yourself in the middle of him. You found a picture off of Pinterest as a reference and showed it to him. 

“Alright, how do i start?” 

“First you put the hair in sections.” You moved your hands to the back of your head sectioning the hair. You grabbed a hairtie and tied the top part away from the bottom part. “Actually, really all it is is sectioning,”

You couldn’t see it but he was watching closely taking in all the information. He noticed how gentle your fingers worked and so he mimicked it when he touched your hair. Tanaka asked about all the different products and their uses. He joked about how he should use a lot of stuff. 

 He made meaningful conversation and breezed through the knots. Your playlist was playing in the background and the smell of the oils filled your nostrils. In the end it took about an hour and a half until you had the finished product. Tanaka was right, he is a fast learner. 

You went into the bathroom and looked at your scalp. The knots was tight and everything was moisturized and oil evenly. It represented very closely to the reference and you were amazed. 

“Wow Tanaka. Thank you!” You exclaimed hugging him. 

“I told you I would do good.” He gave you a wide smile. “Now my payment.”

“Payment? And here I was thinking you were lending a helping hand.” You said letting go of him crossing your arms.

“Yes at first but my arms were starting to get tired.” His smile faded to a sly smirk and he wiggled his right arm around. “I think I earned a movie night.” 

“If you wanted to stay longer you could’ve just said that.” You stated rolling your eyes but you smiled. “Fine, I’ll order the food.”

After cleaning up the products you guys order food and movies until you fall asleep.

#tanaka x reader #ryu tanaka x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #x reader #fluff #haikyu fluff #x black reader #tanaka x black reader #haikyuu x black reader #black reader #hair day

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Heya! Can I have "I want a hippopotamus for christmas" with lambden please if you're feeling up to it? Thank you :D

Hey anon!  I hope you like this!  From the Winter/Christmas prompts list I shared.  And yes, these are all actual Christmas songs lol.

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“I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.  Only a hippopotamus will do,” Aiden sings loudly as he bounces around their kitchen.  He’s got his sleeves rolled up, forearms exposed in a way that makes Lambert was to interrupt his cooking for something a little more spicy.  But his stomach growls, reminding him how pampered he’s gotten since he moved in with his boyfriend.

“You have horrible taste in Christmas music,” Lambert announces as he walks into the room.  Aiden just waves a large knife at him and smirks.

“Also in boyfriends,” he says with a wink.  He goes back to chopping mushrooms and Lambert sidles up behind him, wrapping his arms around Aiden’s trim waist.  He hooks his chin over his shoulder and presses a quick kiss to his jawline.

“I’d argue, but it’s true.  What’s for dinner?”

“Spaghetti parm with mushrooms like you like it,” Aiden tells him.  He nudges Lambert backwards and goes about throwing the mushrooms into a pan on the stove.  “Since I’m spoiling you tonight, I have a few demands of my own.”

“Yeah?  I can probably take care of those,” Lambert leers at him.

“I need a hippopotamus,” Aiden deadpans.

“Pretty sure that’s against our lease,” Lambert tells him, snorting before pulling him into a tight hug.

“Get off me, you beast,” Aiden mumbles, putting up a weak fight as Lambert kisses him gently.

“Not what you said last night,” Lambert chuckles softly.  “Now be a good dear and feed me.”

“Get the fuck out of my kitchen, you meanace,” Aiden snorts, slapping him on the ass as he chases him out of the room.

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“Oh Santa he’s a big fat fuck.  Went down the chimney got his fat ass stuck,” Aiden sings, stretching on his tip-toes so he can put the star on top of their tree.  He’s wearing some god-awful sweater.  It’s not one of those mass-produced once with glitter and sequins, but it’s a red and green striped disaster with lumpy looking snowmen embroidered all over it.  Clearly some middle-aged women in the nineties rocked the fuck out of this thing.  Lambert is way too in love with him, because he can’t help thinking he looks sexy, even like this. 

The music is something he could do without, though.

“Do you have any normal Christmas music?” he asks, pulling a face at him.  Aiden just scoffs and waives his hand before grabbing another ornament out of the box of decorations.

“You know I never vibe with normal,” Aiden quips back.  He purses his lips and stands back to look at the tree, studying it before reaching out to adjust the placement of a giant snowflake.

“So hippopotamus is out.  What about a dog?” Lambert asks from his seat on the couch.  He’d been banished to supervising after dropping and shattering a large glass ball.  Suits him just fine, since he gets to watch his pretty boyfriend without having to actually contribute to the work.

“Pretty sure we’re not allowed that either,” Aiden grumbles.  Lambert just scowls and makes a vow to check their lease later, once he’s done ogling his boyfriend.

---

“And I’ll never talk to you again, unless your dad’ll suck me off.  And I’ll never talk to you again, unless your mom will touch my cock,” Aiden sings, winking across the counter at Lambert. Blink-182 sure put an interesting spin on the whole Christmas thing.

“One, you get to tell Vesemir you’re hot for his old man mouth.  Two, pass me the pink frosting.  Three, where the fuck do you get these songs?  Seriously?  This is the worst Christmas music I’ve ever heard,” Lambert tells him, holding up fingers as he counts.  Aiden shrugs and hands him the tube of pink frosting.

“I have a gift,” Aiden smirks before shoving the cookie he just frosted into his mouth.

“You’re lucky your ass is a gift,” Lambert says.  He looks down at the gingerbread woman he just drew tits on and wonders who ever let them date.  It’s way too much chaos for one relationship.

“The gift that keeps on giving,” Aiden winks saucily.  “Speaking of gifts, did you look at the lease yet?  Am I getting my hippo?  I’d settle for a fish...maybe.  I think you can buy tiny sharks.  That might be fun.”

“Still looking into it,” Lambert lies.

“We should just buy a house,” Aiden suggests, before grabbing another cookie to decorate as if he didn’t just propose taking their relationship to the next level.  Houses were big and permanent.

“Real estate is a big commitment,” Lambert says slowly, offering him a way out.

“So they are,” Aiden agrees with a smile that makes Lambert’s chest feel too warm all of a sudden.

---

“I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes.  Christmas is all around me, and so the feeling grows,” Aiden croons, swaying his hips side to side.  He trails off in a giggle, letting Bill Nighy take over, and pulls Lambert in for a kiss.  “Merry Christmas, babe.”

“Merry Christmas,” Lambert sighs into the kiss.  He grabs Aiden by the collar of his stupid green robe and deepens the kiss.  They shuffle backwards, his knees bumping the couch before he drops down onto it and pulls Aiden on top of him.  Aiden nips at his bottom lip and rocks his hips, making Lambert whimper into his sweet mouth.

The the fucking doorbell rings, and Lambert would be pissed, but it’s his own damn fault.

“Who the fuck is that?” Aiden asks, sitting up quickly.

“Eskel, and I owe him a huge favor for this, so let me get the door,” Lambert grunts out as he shoves Aiden off his lap and races to the door.  

Eskel is as quiet as ever, just handing over the package and mumbling out a quick “Merry Christmas” before hurrying off.  Lambert holds the box close to his chest and hopes he’s not going to make a mess of this.  He nods to himself and walks back into the living room.  He practically shoves the box at Aiden and then just stands there waiting for his reaction.

“What’s this then?” Aiden asks looking down at the unwrapped cardboard box in his hands.  Something inside the box thuds, and he looks up at Lambert with an expression of pure glee across his features.  “Did you?”

“I may have,” Lambert says, grinning back at him.  He nervously watches Aiden open the box and pick up the tiny kitten.  She lets out a soft meow and immediately races up Aiden’s arm to sit on his shoulder.

“I’m so in love,” Aiden whispers, his eyes comically wide.  The kitten purrs and swipes at Aiden’s loose curls.

“With the cat or me?”

“Both.  Definitely both,” Aiden confirms before reaching up and gently moving the kitten to his lap.  She’s mostly gray with a white belly and white front paws.  She flips onto her back and bats at Aiden’s fingers as he plays with her.  “Does she have a name?”

“Only an asshole would name someone else’s cat,” Lambert tells him.  Aiden raises an eyebrow pointedly and Lambert just laughs at him.  “Point taken.  But I didn’t name her.”

“How’s my little Hippo?” Aiden coos down at the tiny ball of fluff.

“Absolutely not.”

“Too late.  Already done.  Now get over here so we can take our first family selfie,” Aiden grins at him and pats the couch.  Hippo thinks it’s another game and just chases his hand.  Aiden giggles, his whole face lighting up, and Lambert falls in love all over again.

#the witcher #my fic #lamden #lambert #aiden #winter prompts #modern au

[lordabovehelpme]

Ahh I came across your page and your writing is amazing! Can I put in a request for a Kylo fic? Something like you two get in a fight and you leave, but it only makes him realize how much he loves you and wants to marry you. You come back and he proposes to you?? 🥰🥰

I’m Busy- Kylo Ren x Reader

A/n: Hello! Thank you for requesting! I am so sorry this took so long for me to finally write too. I hope it’s what you wanted! I’m super glad you think my writing is good! Thank you for the encouragement! :)

Summary: You walk out of Kylos life after one too many nights away.

Masterlist

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It’s been four nights in a row now that Kylo has not returned home. He hasn’t even checked in with you. The quarters are so quiet and cold without him. You understand that with him being supreme leader he has more jobs and work to do, but he should have a second for you.

Where is he? You walk through the vast halls, trying to bring lunch to your boyfriend. You had made one of his favorites, spaghetti. He will never admit it, but he would kill for your homemade cooking.

There he is; standing in one of the conference rooms, looking out the window. “Kylo! I brought spaghetti!” He turns around to peer at you. Why are you getting a vibe that he doesn’t want you here?

“Love?” You stop in your tracks.

“Why are you here?” There is no affection in his voice.

“I brought you lunch. Did you not hear me?”

“I’m busy.”

“Oh come on,” you sigh, “you’ve never been too busy for my cooking.” You move to touch his arm. He flinches and pulls away from you and your heart shatters.

“Go back to your quarters. I am busy.” He turns back around to peer out the window to the loading dock. You can feel the tears welling up, threatening to fall. He is being insufferable. Maker, you’re just so hurt and frustrated.

“Kylo?” A few drops have left your eyes now.

“Why can’t you understand? I am busy!” He is now yelling at you.

You frown as audible sobs can be heard from you.

“You know what?! My quarters? Of course they’re my quarters because you haven’t been in them in four days. You haven’t even asked me a single question in the past four days. I understand that you’re more busy but you should have at least one second to ask me how my day is!” You’re yelling at him back now. He moves back to face you.

“You-”

“No! Listen here SuPreMe LeADer! I have been trying so hard to support you and you are refusing it!” You have to stop to inhale oxygen. Your breath is coming in short gasps, you’re too overwhelmed to control yourself.

“You’re being unbearable.” Kylo jabs at you.

Your jaw drops to the floor. “How dare you! If anyone is unbearable, it is you! I am bringing you lunch as your wonderful girlfriend and you don’t even want me. If you’re too busy for me then I will leave!” He doesn’t even flinch.

“Leave then.” He says it too calmly. Like he doesn’t even care.

“I will! Goodbye! Enjoy your lunch because it is the last you will have from me!” You throw the spaghetti container at him and stomp out the door.

You lock the doors to your quarters and run yourself a shower. Locking the fresher door for extra measure you sit under the hot water. Your heart is pulling to the pit of your stomach and your tears are being washed away by the water.

***

He opens the door to your quarters, after using the force to unlock it. He feels terrible after how he treated you. Knocking on the fresher door he hears a pathetic whimper from you. Steam flows from under the door, however the water is no longer on.

“Go away.” You sound broken. He feels broken.

“Listen-”

“No. I am leaving.” You open the door and grab a packed bag, walking out of the quarters and out of his life. “I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I did.”

He hiccups. All of your pain flowing into him from the force bond you two share.

When he realizes you’re not coming back he falls to his knees. Flicking his lightsaber on he starts to destroy the wall next to your bed. When the damage is enough, he sighs. “I have no time for this.” He mumbles to himself, forcing all his emotion away from his mind.

***

It’s been a month. You have been making friends with some technicians and pilots, trying to fill the gap that Kylo once owned. Smiles are hollow and laughter is just a sound. Kylo has seemingly not been fased. He is still ordering people just as he was before. When you passed him in the hall earlier he paid you no mind.

***

It’s in two months when you are finally starting to get over him. However, Kylo is breaking, his soul is tearing. He never realized how much you did for him. Whenever he sees you laughing he hurts even further. He misses you terribly, he hasn’t been taking care of himself.

He needs you.

***

It’s three months when you don’t even really think about him anymore. You’ve found yourself a wonderful group of friends and you’ve taken a job as a medic.

Kylo yearns everyday for the energy to even get out of bed. You always used to kiss him awake while you served him breakfast. Then you would help dress him before kissing his helmet as he left. Now he just throws on whatever he can find. He finds he has not been eating full meals, you always brought him food. Why did he let you go? You were his everything. You were the reason he got up in the morning.

Then it hits him.

He wants to marry you.

***

“Kylo is requesting you in the west conference room.” A stormtrooper informs you.

“Do you know what he wants?”

“Sorry, no.”

“Oh, okay.” You set down your book. What could he possibly want?

You were finally getting over him.

***

The conference room was filled with candles and rose petals. You stop in your tracks. One end of the table has a nice cloth on it. Culinary is placed in front of two seats. The plates are covered with cloche.

“Oh, Stardust, here.” He gestures to the table. Pulling out your seat for you, he pats the bottom. When you sit down he pushes your chair in.

“Kylo, what is-”

“No, wait. Don’t say anything. Just let me make up for everything.” It's hard to be mad when he gives you puppy dog eyes and when he is being such a gentleman.

He opens the plater and you are met with the most wonderful smelling soup. “I made it.” He seems almost shy when he says it. You hum at him before trying a spoonful. A melody of flavor dances on your tastebuds. You can tell it is a squash soup, but the other ingredients are unknown.

He sits down across from you. But it is now when you realize how terrible he looks. His undereyes are almost black with loss of sleep and his face looks sunken. Has he lost a few pounds?

“Stardust?” His warm brown eyes lock with yours. Pain and tenderness pour out of his soul. “I am so sorry for everything. For yelling and for not spending time with you.” He is starting to tear up. “I was so stupid for letting you go, for taking advantage of your kindness. I can’t live without you. I realized how much you do for me and how little I do for you. I am so sorry.”

He takes your palm into his. “Please, Stardust, let me try again.”

“Oh Kylo.” You sigh. “You hurt me so bad. You can’t just say sorry and hope it gets better.”

“I know! I have a plan. I will cook dinner every night when I am home and there will be designated hours for us to spend time together. But please, give me a shot. I love you.”

You ponder his options. For a couple minutes before saying, “Well, okay. But you have to promise to listen to me. And you have to make an effort to come home to me.”

He gets up and you think he is going to hug you. But then, he gets on one knee.

Your world stops.

“Stardust, over these past months I have realized how wonderful you are and how much you mean to me. I am so happy when you are in my arms and I fell apart when you left.” He pulls a box from his pocket and opens it. It is a simple silver band with diamonds but the gem in the middle is a red crystal. You could recognize that gem anywhere. It is a part of his kyber crystal from his lightsaber. You hiccup and put a hand over your mouth, trying to conceal your sobs.

“Will you make me the happiest man and be my empress? You can rule the universe alongside me.” He is filled with passion as he asks.

Maker, how could you deny this puppy of a man any longer. You already feel so much better than you have in the past months.

“Yes.” Jumping into his arms, he wraps himself around you. He takes your hand and places the ring on your finger.

“Thank you for giving me a chance when no one else would.”

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Anyway, I hope this is what you were looking for! Thanks again for requesting!

Love, Lordy.

#kylo ren x you #kylo x reader #kylo x you #kylo ren #asks #anon reply #lovely anon

[guccybangtan]

keep going - jung hoseok x reader x park jimin

pairing; hoseok x reader x jimin

genre; smut, college au, frat au;

rating; 18+

disclaimers; threesome (hickies/neck kissing, palming, mxm kissing, penetrative sex, blow job/dick sucking, face fucking (its pretty mild), nipple play, hoseok gives off dom vibes but its subtle, hoseok fucks y/n and she's dating jimin (totally consensual Jimin’s there its a vibe) Let me know if somethings missing;

word count; 2.6k

a/n; this was commissioned by an anonymous donor through ChangesWithLuv in support of the Black Lives Matter movement

listen to: whatever sexy song you want, I listened to daddy issues (slowed w reverb) on repeat solely bc I liked the vibes;

“Just come with me to the party this one time! Please, baby girl,” Jimin begged you. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

His words were punctuated by a wiggle of his eyebrows, signature toothy smirk on full display as his eyes formed mini crescents.

You had been in a relationship with Jimin for the better part of two years, having originally met during Intro to Chemistry. It had been the first day of the semester and you, regretfully, were placed in the 8 am class.

You were taken aback when Jimin and all his energy plopped into the seat next to you, slamming his books and coffee onto the table, effectively deeming himself your lab partner for the entirety of the first semester.

While you dreaded attending Intro to Chem in the beginning, you found yourself looking more and more forward to it as time went by, beginning to enjoy the time spent with your new friend.

Jimin may have been a bit strange, but he was actually quite endearing.

He started bringing you coffee from the campus cafe when he stopped for his own, swearing you looked like the walking dead every time he saw you. He also looked at you like you held the stars in your eyes when you explained molar calculations to him, claiming ‘’no matter how hard I try Professor Robertson just doesn’t make any sense!’’

You knew something was up when Jimin walked into class empty-handed one morning, but all of the pieces clicked into place when he held you back after class was dismissed.

“I know things were a little weird in the beginning, but I really enjoy your company,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Would you maybe, I dunno, wanna come grab a coffee with me? Get to know each other outside of chemistry?”

Of course you’d agreed, and the two of you walked hand in hand down to the cafe, giggling like teenagers as you stared at each other over the lips of your cups.

That one date turned into two, which turned into four, which turned into Jimin asking you to be his girlfriend a few weeks later.

Even though you said yes, you’d had your reservations. Early on in your courtship, you’d learned Jimin was a part of Bangtan, the fraternity known to throw the most crazy rager parties. How this fact had escaped you the first 8 weeks of you knowing him, you weren’t sure why, but now that you did know it made you nervous.

“Why does me being in Bangtan make you nervous?” Jimin asked you over coffee one morning after class.

“It’s just- the reputation your frat holds.” You shrugged like that explained everything.

“Care to enlighten me?” Jimin was perched on the edge of his seat, acting as if you were about to tell him the juiciest bit of drama all year.

“That you all fuck anything with legs just to get your dick wet.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Is that why you think I’m after you?” Tongue in cheek, Jimin cocked his eyebrow, looking almost bored as you threw these accusations at him.

“Well... No. Not you.” You shivered under his intense gaze. You’d never brought this up in conversation before, afraid of the possible repercussions.

“What makes me different, then?” Your only response was to stare at him.

What did make him different? You didn’t really have an answer, but you trusted Jimin.

He hadn’t attended any of the parties since the two of you got together, totally understanding of your apprehension.

This party was a special occasion, though, which is why he wanted you to attend so badly.

Hoseok was one of the members of Bangtan, and the party was for his birthday.

The fraternity was notorious for going all out in regards to their members, so this was expected to be one of the best parties of the year, considering how popular Hoseok was.

This party would be no different. You’d seen the info floating around on Snapchat, meaning anyone and everyone was invited, something unusual for Bangtan, because usually you had to know someone to get in the door.

“You know how I feel about parties, Jimin,” you replied from your seated position on the couch.

Jimin had been persistent on your attendance since he’d heard about the party, but he’d been especially antsy since he returned home from his last class.

“I know, Y/N, but think about it! It’s Hoseok’s birthday!” Jimin made his way around the couch and sat on the coffee table in front of you.

He took the book you were reading out of your hands and set it on the table next to him.

“He’s your friend, Min, not mine.’’ You shook your head, reaching back out for your book.

Jimin was quick to grab your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm as he gave you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Pleaasseee!’’ he whined.

“Only for like, two hours,’’ you rolled your eyes.

“It’s a deal!” Jimin exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

He quickly scurried off to your shared bedroom, muttering about how he was going to let the others know you would, in fact, be in attendance.

-

The day of the party arrived sooner than you would have liked. Considering the rest of your week following the conversation with Jimin had been filled with tests and essay revisions, it was really no surprise that it was Saturday already.

The weather was warm enough that you opted for a spaghetti-strapped dress with delicate flowers scattered across the white fabric.

It was sheer and silken, like something you’d see in the middle of summer. It rested against the middle of your thighs, providing enough coverage to be modest, but not so much you felt swamped in fabric. It seemed perfect for the occasion (even though it appeared you’d have to prevent Jimin from ripping it from your body).

Even though you and Jimin arrived fairly early, it seemed as if the party was already in full swing.

You made it inside, albeit difficultly, and began the hunt for the birthday boy to offer him your congratulations.

Somewhere along the way you had been handed a solo cup filled with a mysterious liquid that smelled an awful lot like fireball and coke. If you were anywhere else you would have questioned the drink, but considering the fact that Seokjin had been the one to hand it to you, you weren’t too worried.

After searching for Hoseok and not finding him, you and Jimin settled onto the couch with Jimin’s best friends, Jungkook and Taehyung, who were also a part of the frat.

Conversation flowed easily between the four of you, and time was passing by quickly. You found yourself enjoying the party more than you originally thought you would.

“You still wanting to leave?” Jimin’s words were whispered directly into your ear, plush lips gently brushing against the outer shell.

“I don’t mind staying,’’ you shrugged.

“Well, uh- I don’t mind either but, there’s a bit of a problem.’’ He glanced down to his lap where a bulge was beginning to form.

Without even having to look, you rolled your eyes. “What!” Jimin exclaimed, glancing at his friends to make sure they were still oblivious to your conversation, “You look so hot in that dress, baby girl.’’

“So? You can’t wait until we get home?” “Please, Y/N,’’ Jimin purred, “humor me.’’

Sighing again, you stood up, bidding farewell to the others and tugging Jimin down the hall.

“Where to, loverboy?” You asked.

Jimin swung the first door open and pulled you inside, slamming it shut and flicking the lock.

“Where were we?” Jimin turned to you with a smirk.

“My bedroom,’’ another voice rang out.

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden sound.

Hoseok was lounging on the bed shirtless, his feet kicked up.

“To what do I owe your lovely presence?”

“We were just-’’

“Gonna fuck in my bed?” Hoseok cocked his eyebrow.

“Well-’’

“I could’ve at least gotten an invite,’’ Hoseok tsked, “it is my birthday, after all.’’

“Invitation sent.’’ you said.

“Bring it on.’’ Jimin smirked.

“Remember you asked for this.’’ Hoseok snickered as he stood up, looking amused at your lover's words.

“Kneel. There,’’ he barked at Jimin, pointing to the patch of carpet near the foot of the bed.

The blond was quick to follow orders without hesitation. Who knew your lovely boyfriend would submit so easily?

“Not so mouthy now, are we?” Jimin rolled his eyes, causing Hoseok to scoff.

“Pretty dress,’’ Hoseok cooed as he sauntered over to you, lips brushing the edge of your jaw, “It’d look better off, though.’’

He wasted no time and ripped the garment from your body, exposing your soft skin to the chill air of his bedroom.

Hoseok smashed his lips to yours, mouths sliding fervently against each other.

He feathered kisses across your jaw, working his way down the column of your neck and down your chest, finally reaching your breasts.

‘’Hoseok,’’ you gasped as his mouth latched onto one of your hardening nipples, fingers winding their way into his soft red locks.

He laved his tongue over the rosy bud, while he massaged the other with his deft fingers.

After a moment he switched, offering equal attention to both mounds.

“Hobi… mm- want more. Please. Touch me,’’ you whined as he sat up.

He stared at you as you squirmed on the bed, lips parted as pants fell from his mouth.

“I won't touch you unless you beg.”

You spared a glance at Jimin.

Seeing him on his knees next to the bed, pupils blown wide as he palmed himself through his jeans was enough to send another gush of wetness into your panties. It was obvious he was just as into this as you were.

“Please, Hoseok!’’ You mewled, ”I’ve been good,’’

“Hm,’’ Hoseok hummed as he caught you staring at Jimin, “not good enough.’’

Your eyes widened, ready to plead more when any words you had died in your throat.

Hoseok had turned his back to you, moving all of his attention towards Jimin.

“Baby boy’s been a bit neglected, hasn’t he?”

You watched on with labored breaths, enthralled by the scene unfolding in front of you.

You couldn’t hear what Hoseok muttered to Jimin over your own breathing, but Hoseok pulled Jimin to his feet and immediately locked his lips with the blond, tongue swiping gently over his lips.

Jimin’s hands gripped the loops on Hoseok’s pants, pulling the older male flush against his body while he began to mouth at his neck, letting his hands move to caress Hoseok’s hardening dick through his shorts.

You were sure your panties were saturated with your arousal by this point, feeling the fabric stick uncomfortably to your dripping cunt.

“Not fair,’’ you whined, sitting up, ”you’re hogging.’’

You nudged Jimin, attaching your lips to the side of Hoseok’s neck, painting blossoms of red and purple across his supple skin, while Jimin made similar moves on the other side.

As you moved more toward the center of his throat, you found yourself knocking heads with Jimin.

“Now who’s hogging?” Jimin mocked you as he nuzzled his nose against your own.

You momentarily turned your attention from Hoseok to Jimin, letting your lips meet. No matter how many times you had kissed Jimin, his hot lips always made you weak in the knees.

You moaned as he pulled away, wanting nothing more than to ravish him right then.

Hoseok’s hand on your waist brought you back to reality, turning your attention back to him.

“It won’t be long before someone comes looking. If we really wanna have fun we should hurry a bit.

You and Jimin both nodded dumbly, entranced by Hoseok.

“How do we wanna do this?” Hoseok asked as he pulled off Jimin’s shirt, nipping at his jaw.

“You can fuck her if you want, long as you’ve got a condom.’’

Hoseok quickly rummaged through his nightstand, proudly whipping out the foiled package.

“You okay with that?” Jimin turned to you, taking his time to run his hands over your curves, fingers sliding against your soaked panties.

“Please. Hurry.’’ You nodded, grinding onto Jimin’s palm.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Hoseok laughed as he stepped out of his shorts, tearing the wrapper open and rolling it down his thick length.

Jimin made his way around the bed, kneeling next to your head.

You reached up and wrapped your hand around his cock, giving him a few strokes while you waited for Hoseok to line up with your entrance.

“We’ll have to do this again sometime,’’ Hoseok breathed as he began to push into you. “Wanna taste you next time.’’

“Oh, god.’’ You cried as he bottomed out.

He stilled inside of you, giving you a few moments to adjust to his size before he was pulling out and rocking back into you again.

Hoseok was longer than Jimin, but not as girthy. Still, he managed to reach places inside of you that had your toes curling as you felt the familiar knot already tightening in your stomach.

You felt the tip of Jimin’s cock nudge your lips and without hesitation you opened for him.

Jimin began thrusting into your mouth in tandem with Hoseok.

“Hng- Fuck, Y/N.’’ Jimin moaned, “ 'm close. God, your mouth.’’

You relaxed your throat, allowing Jimin deeper access to fuck into you.

It wasn’t long before you felt his warm cum coating the inside of your throat.

He pulled out gently, and you turned your attention back to Hoseok who had begun working your clit as he continued to thrust into you at a steady pace.

“ 'm not gonna last long,” Hoseok grunted, “wanna feel you milk my cock.’’

Hoseok's words were enough to throw you over the edge into ecstasy, walls clenching around his cock as he stilled inside of you, spilling his seed into the condom.

The two of you laid there, catching your breaths before Hoseok pulled out, discarding the used condom in the wastebin.

“Thank you for that,’’ Hoseok smiled as he pulled his shirt back over his head.

“Not a problem,’’ Jimin said, helping you redress.

“It was fun,’’ you added.

Reaching out, you pulled Hoseok into your arms, trapping him in a hug.

He tensed, but returned the gesture nevertheless.

“You just had your dick in me, a hug won’t kill you.’’ You giggled, releasing the man whose face was now as red as his hair.

He shook his head at you, giving Jimin a bro hug before following you to the door.

“Talk soon?” Jimin said to his frat-mate.

“For sure, let me know when you get home. I’ve got more party things to attend to.’’ He rolled his eyes.

You and Jimin left soon after, beginning the short journey home.

“Is it bad I want to do that again?” Jimin broke the silence.

“No, I want to too.’’

“I never took Hobi as a Dom,’’ Jimin pondered out loud.

“Have you seen the man? He screams dom,’’ you disagreed.

“Maybe we can call him for your birthday.’’

“I’m down.’’ You reached out to Jimin for the door key.

Wordlessly, he handed it over.

The silence remained until the two of you were settled into bed.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked.

“Hm?”

“Do you like Hoseok?”

You looked at Jimin with uncertainty.

“Of course I do, he’s your friend.’’

“Yeah but… nevermind.’’ He shook his head.

“O-okay?” You responded.

“We’ll talk in the morning, baby. Get some rest.’’

Rest didn’t come easy, and when it did, you dreamt of all the possibilities the morning held.

#changeswithluv #ficswithluv #bangtanarmynet #bangtanfairygarden #kwritersworldnet #thekpopnetwork #jung hoseok imagine #jung Hoseok smut #bts smut #bts imagine #park jimin imagine #park jimin smut #park jimin x reader #jung Hoseok x reader #commissions

[horrorslashergirl]

Chromeskull x Reader- Insecurities at their best

I tried to write something soft for Chromeskull, because let’s face it; he needs some true loving. I was inspired by @slash-em-up​ talking about Jesse’s insecurities and this came out. I hope I did Jesse right in this one, because soft Jesse is hard to write.

Anyone who knew Jesse could tell he had many talents and many people would die to be in his shoes, somehow. He had everything a man could ever want; being a successful CEO of a business, rich as fuck might I add, tall and giving off suave and powerful vibes, a criminal organization that full-filled his unorthodox hobbies.

Of course, he had his downsides too, being a complete sadist with a sick pleasure to create snuff films, sometimes he could be so sassy and a dark sense of humor that would make anyone uncomfortable, and let's not forgot the handsome face that he lost, now all scarred and disfigured.

People always wondered what you saw in him; talk about beauty and beast romance. You were beautiful, smart, a sassiness that could match his own, plus add the feisty attitude that had most men being drawn to your being.

You knew that besides the outer looks Jesse was giving; that vain, arrogant, narcissistic 'I'm the Alpha male' attitude, he was much more. Jesse Cromeans was an insecure man, especially self-conscious with his disfigured face, but he was also sweet and a comedy man, when he had his good mood on. He always managed to make you laugh and put on a grin on your face; a characteristic that made you love him with his goods and bads.

Because of this Jesse always wondered why you stayed at his side, knowing you could do so much better, but he didn't show it; showing weakness wasn't his style.

Exactly this was on his mind as he was driving back to his home, with you probably waiting for him. It was good he was being honest with you from the start, with all the business he was doing and the bad past he went trough he wasn't up to dealing with another one blowing her brains out.

Parking his Chrysler into his driveway and getting out, waltzing up the marble steps to the front door, he entered his house, and he could see the lights in the kitchen on. You were a night owl and sleeping early wasn't your thing.

Hearing footsteps approach you, you turned from preparing the carbonara spaghetti towards the source of the sound, a big smile forming on your face as you saw Jesse, walking towards him and taking his big form into an embrace, burying your face into his chest, inhaling his expensive cologne and manly musk.

"I missed you, Jesse." you murmured, standing on your toes and pulling the tall man into a kiss, which he reciprocated with his natural enthusiasm.

These words made his chest tighten, and his long arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. Later on, his subconscious always nagged him, talk about being at war with himself.

'Yes, she loves you now, but what will happen when she meets someone that will give her what she truly needs; a normal life, jerk. Maybe someone who doesn't look how he truly is on the inside; ugly motherfucker killer.'

He furrowed as these words replayed again in his head, and you noticed the change on his face. You pulled away and went to finish off the food, setting it up on two plates, knowing how hungry Jesse must be after the....'workout'.

"I made some late dinner. Thought you would need it and while we eat you can tell me what's bothering you." you said, getting one of his favorite scotch bottles from the liquor cabinet.

His single brown eye widened, that you noticed he had something on his mind. He had to give you some points, you could read him like an open book when he had a bad mood. He sat down on the chair at the table, the warm food smelt absolutely mouth-watering and he began to eat, as you did so, after pouring two glasses of the fine scotch.

"So? Rough night?" you asked, after swallowing the food.

'Not that worse.' he signed, taking a sip of the scotch.

"Not gonna tell me what's eating at your back?" you asked, with a raised eyebrow.

'Do you really wanna know?'

"Of course. You're my boyfriend, my lover. Want me to get more synonyms?" you said in a sassy voice, making Jesse chuckle silently.

Ahh yes, your sassy and sarcastic self, a reason for why he was enamored with you. You were a hard-headed woman and he loved it.

'I guess, I've been thinking you could do so much better.' he signed with reluctant moves of his hands, making you furrow your eyebrows and look at him in confusion.

"What are you exactly saying?"

'Let's face it, [Name]. I'm not really the Prince Charming and I'm sure most guys would love to be in my shoes. I'm a beast, in and out. Take it however you like, but you shouldn't bother yourself with me and destroy your life.' he signed, getting up and moving away, your eyes wide open.

Of course, you could predict it would get to this, reading Jesse was easy and anyone with his face would feel so too, but you weren't a shallow person. You got up from your chair, your bold attitude coming out of its shell.

"Stop it right there!" you said with authority, making Jesse stop and turn to look at you, ready to sign something, but a halting finger of yours stopped him.

"I don't wanna hear it. Look, I know it's not easy for you, but I wanna let you know that when I decided to start this relationship with you, I also decided that I will go through good and bad times." you started, walking up to him, your tone was firm, but your eyes spoke of softness.

"See this?" you said, pointing to your face, making him look at you with confusion.

"This pretty face is gonna get wrinkles in some years, and by the time I hit 60, if I'm lucky enough to live that long, I'm gonna look like an old hag." you said, making Jesse smile a little in amusement.

"What matters is what is deep inside. I know you can be sometimes self-absorbed, surprisingly narcissistic, and brutal. You are not Prince Charming, because that would be a cheap lie, but you're also very sweet when you want to be, you always make me laugh with your dark sense of humor and sassy signing, you listen to my problems and you always surprise me, making me feel like a queen." you continued, walking upright in front of him, your eyes looking into his own.

"Your face is scarred, but I can see behind it, your sharp jawline, your toothy cheeky grin, and that brown eye that makes my knees melt when I look into it." you finished, and you wish you could take a photo right now because shocked Jesse was pure gold.

Before you knew it, a pair of lips crashed down onto yours, so much adoration and passion were put into it, and instinctively your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands grasping your waist.

When the need for air was too much you pulled away, looking at Jesse's serious face.

'I don't know what I did to deserve you.' he signed slowly, seeing that soft side of the behemoth of a man that was your lover.

"Everyone deserves some love." you whispered, cupping his scarred cheek, his skin rough on your soft hand.

"Besides, I always had a thing for rough and rugged men." you said with a cheeky smile, humor cracking into your words, making Jesse smirk and before you knew it, he throws you over his large shoulder, marching upstairs to your shared bedroom.

"Hey, Hey! Put me down, you big child of a man!" you said, laughing a little at his crazy antics.

He opened the door with one hand and laid you down on the king-sized bed you both shared.

'I've been away for one month. Don't argue with me now.' he signed, moving on top of you and kissing you breathlessly.

"Not a word." you murmured, reciprocating the kiss back.

Yes, Jesse was an insecure man, but you were always up to be his personal cheerleader.

#Laid to rest 2009 #Chromeskull: Laid to rest 2 #chromeskull x reader #Chromeskull #Jesse Cromeans #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x reader #skull boy needs some good ol' lovin' #I would gladly shower his face into kisses #I have a thing for scars #I know I may have some problems #joking

[collecting-stories]

Test Drive - t. 01 - Sarah Cameron

Summary: After a bad breakup you convince your roommate and best friend to go to one last party with you where she makes an unexpected move.

A/N: I love Emily Burns’ EP/Album Seven Scenes from the Same Summer and I get serious Sarah vibes whenever I listen to it. 

7 Scenes from the Same Summer Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist

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♡don’t make me your test drive for the weekend♡

“I hate to be the one to say this but I think you need to get out of this room and do something. It’s been almost a week Sarah-” You commented, rummaging through the suitcases of already packed clothes for something to wear to the party you’d been invited to.  

The comforter on the other bed moved, Sarah’s head peeking out as she wriggled around to look at you. “We were together for three years! Three years of birthdays and holidays and dates and vacations-“

You rolled your eyes. It was no secret that you were not a fan of John B and his whiny ‘pay attention to only me’ attitude that demanded all of Sarah’s time when he was visiting. When they broke up you had practically thrown yourself a party. “I know, I know. But you aren’t gonna move on from that laying under your blankets. When was the last time you took a shower babe?” 

“Is my personal hygiene really all that’s important to you?” 

“No, my best friend not totally losing it over a guy is though. You’re 3 hours away from home Sarah and he’s acting like you live on another continent. If he ‘can’t handle’ you going to college then why do you wanna be with this guy anyway.” It was the same argument you had with her every time that she fought with him about their schedules, the only difference this time was that they were totally broken up. A screaming match that you were forced to endure too.  

“I love him.” 

“I know you do,” you said, trying not to sound sarcastic, “but let’s push all the love down and just focus on what kind of douche calls you two days before the biggest final of the year and tells you that you’re selfish for asking him to come out to visit for the weekend.”

“He knows I can’t leave during finals! I never focus when I study with him!” Sarah complained, pushing the blanket down a little bit further.  

“Why’s that?” You asked though you knew the reason. You were desperate to get Sarah to this party with you and you needed her to actually get out of bed to do that.  

“Because,” she said, “because he doesn’t let me! It’s always ‘I’m bored’ and ‘can’t you do that later’ and ‘aren’t I more important than stupid books’ like I’m supposed to drop everything for him!” 

“What a dick.”

“He is a dick...” she agreed, trailing off as she flopped over onto her back and pulled the blanket up.

“Oh my god, you were so close.” You cried in frustration.  

“I said-“

“Yeah, I got the train of thought that just happened.” 

“What am I gonna do? What if we never get back together?” Sarah asked, sitting up in bed and brushing her hair out of her face.  

“I can’t imagine.”

“I just want him to call me and tell me he changed his mind or something. Like it was all a dumb fluke.” She face was blotchy from crying and she was picking at a tangled piece of hair near the end.  

“Sarah,” You stressed.  

“I know!”

“Listen, that girl from the third floor, Annie, is having a party tonight. Why don’t we go? It’ll be nice.” You finally said, defeated that you couldn’t bribe her out of bed and trying it the straight forward way instead.  

“I don’t wanna go to some lame party, I just want to be left alone.” 

“Okay, well I’m gonna...Victoria’s gonna be there, from my econ class, so I’m gonna head up there.” You confessed.  

“You’re ditching me for a hook-up?” Sarah practically screeched looking at you in annoyance.

“You said you wanted to be alone!”  

“Yeah like, go in the other room and watch tv while I sulk not abandon me for Victoria from econ!” She hated Victoria from your econ class. And she hated that you were thinking about some girl while she wanted you to be thinking of her.  

“Well...depending on the night I might very well be in the next room before the parties over.” You said, offering her an awkward smile.  

“Hooking up with her is worse than abandoning me for a party.” 

You groaned and stood up, walking over to bed and laying down next to her. “I haven’t dated in months babe, and I endured countless weekends sitting on that couch or going to Starbucks while John B ‘visited my you. The least you can do is let me have this.” 

“Fine but I’m coming with you. The last thing I need is Victoria from econ thinking I’m a loser cause I’m moping in bed on a Friday night.” Sarah said, climbing out of the bed.  

“That’s the spirit!” You cheered, raising your arms in the air and fake cheering.  

“Seriously?” 

“Whatever gets you out of bed.” You replied.

“I’m still upset!” Sarah snapped, digging through the suitcases you had just been crouched in front.  

“I know, I know.” You insisted, sitting up, “wear the leopard print dress.”

“I’m not trying to hookup with anyone. I’m only going because I have a reputation to maintain and Victoria from econ is the worst!”

“Maybe, but I heard she’s really good in bed.” 

“Is that all you care about?” She laughed for the first time in two days.  

“I literally cannot explain to you how little sex I have had all year. Besides the last party I went to that kid from Poly Sci grabbed my boob...and only because he tripped and put his hand out accidentally. That was the highlight of the last three months.” 

“I’m not wearing the dress.”  

“You look so good in it!” You said, already imagining Sarah in the spaghetti strapped leopard print mini dress.  

“Really? I think it’s a little tight across my butt.” She confessed, pulling it out and holding it up.  

“It’s tight everywhere, that’s the point. Besides, you have a great ass so who cares.” 

“Oh tell me more.” Sarah teased, turning to the side and popping her leg to pose for you.  

You grabbed her pillow off the bed and threw it at her, “get a shower! We’ll do praise Sarah Cameron hour later.” 

“Fine but your starting with how great my ass looks.” She said, grabbing her toiletries bag off the back of the door.  

“Super! Get a fucking shower and let’s go! Victoria-“

“From econ awaits. I get it!” The door slamming behind her was the last sound you heard as you flopped back onto the bed and tried to  figure out what you were going to wear to the party.  

-

“Did you find her?” Sarah asked, sitting on the arm of the couch, turned in toward you, knees almost touching. You were sitting on the windowsill scoping out the party.  

“Yeah, Annie snatched her up, literally. They are already in Victoria’s room by now I’m sure.”

“Annie does not wait.” Sarah commented, taking a sip of her drink.  

You groaned, looking down at your chest. “God, I should’ve gotten like breast implants or something instead of the nose job.” You grabbed your boobs for a second, squeezing them and then crossing your arms under your chest to push them out more.  

“I don’t think fixing a deviated septum constitutes a nose job.” Sarah teased, casting a look down at your mostly exposed boobs. The top was low-cut already and when you sat like that it offered up more of them to look at. “And besides, your boobs look fantastic.”

“You really think so.” You pouted at her, leaning so she was almost forced to look at them.  

“Oh my god, yes now get them out of my face.” She laughed, pushing you away from her.  

“Ugh whatever. You’re no fun.”

“I’m loads of fun.”

“Incorrect. I dragged you all the way here to this banging party-” You said, bobbing your head on the word banging.  

“You’re so embarrassing, why are we friends?”  

“-told you how great your ass looks and you can’t even flirt with me to make me feel better.” 

“Were you that invested in Victoria?” Sarah asked.  

“No, I just really need a good hookup or something. A girlfriend preferably.” You sighed, slumping against the window.  

“Those are two different things. And I heard Victoria only does hookups.”

“Is it so wrong to imagine Victoria from econ going down on me and then realizing what a fucking hot girlfriend I would be?” You asked. You could definitely imagine it, even if it wasn’t Victoria that you wanted to have as a girlfriend.  

“How would that work?”

“Forget it, you’re not bringing me down to your level.”

“My level?”

“Yes, your level, of being in a shitty mood. I’m going to remain hopeful that Victoria from econ will come back to the party, sweep me off my feet and, preferably, fuck me into oblivion.” You said, matter-of-fact.  

“Amazing.” Sarah replied.  

You sat up a little straighter when you noticed the door open and two girls enter the party, going their separate ways. “Ha! Look, I knew it.”

“What? Oh my god, they’re back already?” Sarah caught sight of Annie going over to a group of friends and whispering. One of the guys in the group put his arm on her shoulder and for a second Sarah imagined herself at a party like this with John B. Dancing and drinking, his hands on her.  

“Annie has the stamina equivalent of a goldfish’s attention span. She never lasts and she barely reciprocates.” You informed, not noticing your best friend’s distracted state as you watched Victoria from across the room.  

“How do you know?”

“We hooked up in September.” You shrugged. Your first college hookup.  

“You never told me that!”

“We weren’t friends yet! You were just some weird straight girl with a hobo boyfriend.”

“Wow.” Sarah exaggerated the word, rolling her eyes at you.  

You smacked Sarah’s thigh when Victoria glanced your way, turning to your roommate and best friend, trying not to look too excited. “Oh my god, she looked over, act interested in me.”

“We’re already talking?” 

“Like, pet my arm or something.”

“Pet your arm?” Sarah asked in disbelief.

“Just-“

Sarah grabbed your face in her hands, throwing her last bit of caution out the window, crashing her lips to yours. Quite literally, she pressed herself closer to you as she kissed you and you somehow pulled yourself enough out of the haze to kiss back, eyes closing without even looking to see if Victoria was still paying attention. All you could focus on was Sarah’s tongue wetting your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. Her tongue caressed yours and her hand ran down your neck and over your back before she was groping your breast in her hand, squeezing the soft skin through your bralette. She captured your bottom lip between her teeth, tugging gently as she pulled away.  

When you opened your eyes, she was staring at you, wide eyed, hand still holding your breast and the other cupping your cheek. “I-“

“Dorm?” You chanced asking.  

“Yes.”

She stood up, straightening her dress with one hand while you held the other, leading her through the crowd of people as if you were trying to make it back to your room before the momentum wore off and you were just roommates again. Victoria called your name when you got close to the door, having seen the entire kiss from her spot. 

“Sorry, can’t talk.”

Sarah cocked an eyebrow at her as she passed, throwing up the middle finger before she was totally out the door. She had always been annoyed by Victoria and it always had everything to do with how much attention you paid the girl in your econ class. But now you were pulling Sarah along and Victoria had subsequently lost. 

-

Sarah felt for the handle, back against the door, as she kissed you. Her other hand was in your hair, pulling you as close as she could as she tried to get the door to the dorm open. She didn’t want to think too much what this meant for your friendship or her relationship with John B or herself, all she wanted to do was enjoy this moment and the feeling of you against her. She finally got the door, tumbling through it and almost losing her balance but your arm around her waist caught her.  

“Holy shit,” she laughed and kissed you, not wanting to lose the moment as she walked both of you backward through the small common room to your bedroom.  

“Maybe you should open this door the right way,” you teased, your hands on her waist gently guiding her to turn around.  

She stepped back just enough to press her ass against you, looking back over her shoulder and smiling, “does that only work on straight guys?”

“No, that definitely working.” You laugh.  

Once you were both through the bedroom door and had it swinging shut behind you Sarah resumed kissing you, hooking her hands around the back of your neck and connecting her lips to yours. She walked backwards until her knees hit the bed. You pressed your body against hers, hands on her waist trying to bunch her dress up from there.  

She disconnected from you for a second, pulling the leopard print dress over her head, hair flying over her shoulders, and leaving her in nothing but a nude colored thong. You choked down a laugh and she frowned at you. “Not the reaction I was expecting,” she said as she grabbed at the hem of your dress.

“We have the same underwear on.” You replied and Sarah looked at you, eyes sparkling with laughter. She could remember when you’d convinced her to impulse by half the collection of Skims and then you’d both spent weeks flashing each other at random points during the day to tell the other how comfortable your clothes were.

“I fucking hate you.” She mumbled as she kissed you again, pulling you down onto the bed with her.  

When you propped yourself up on your elbow to look down at Sarah you could totally understand why John B wanted so much of her attention, though you’d spent an entire school year with her so it wasn’t something you were clueless to before. But she looked beautiful, laid out on the bed with her hair fanned out around her. She smiled at you and you leaned down to kiss her, lips brushing against her and then moving along her jaw to her neck and collar. You kissed the underside of her chin down to her clavicle while your free hand ran up her side, running your fingers along the underside of her breast and feeling goosebumps rise on her skin.  

Sarah’s eyes drifted shut at the sensation of your lips sucking a bruise into the skin above her right breast while your hand grasped her left, brushing your fingers over her nipple and then twisting it between your thumb and finger. She moaned, running her hand through your hair and holding on at the base of your neck. She guided you further down her body, your mouth pressing kissing all around her right breast.  

She moaned when you finally licked across her nipple, flattening your tongue against it and then sucking on her breast making her dig her nails into your arm. Sarah had a way of making a person dizzy with her. She could make you forget everything but her just by smiling or biting her lip but feeling her under you, getting to taste her slightly sweaty skin had you more in awe of her than you’d ever been before.  

-

“It’s cool with me if this is just a rebound or whatever, I get it. But we’re friends and I should be totally honest with you.” You said, staring at the ceiling so you didn’t have to meet her eyes. “I’ve had feelings for you pretty much since August when we started texting. I didn’t say anything cause I didn’t want you to feel weird or to think that I was trying to encroach on you and John B cause I would never but...after what just happened, I feel like whatever you choose to do, you should know.” 

“That you like me?” Sarah asked, laying there with you in the afterglow, her fingers brushing designs into your stomach and sides. She had never even really thought about being with a girl before...not really. Sure, Kiara had a girlfriend and when they first started dating Sarah had wondered what it would be like but not seriously.  

“Yeah.”

“Since August?”  

“Oh yeah, hardcore.” You nodded as best you could laying down. She hadn’t let go yet, that had to be a good sign.  

“What about Victoria from econ?”

You shifted, sitting up so you could look at her. Sarah sat up across from you. Finally you explained, “She’s hot and the exact opposite of you and that was definitely the point. But hooking up with Victoria wasn’t going to change the fact that I liked you. It might’ve lessened the blow of ya know, not seeing you all summer. This definitely won’t do that.”  

“I don’t really know what to say.” She admitted.  

“You don’t have to say anything, I’m just telling you, to be up front and cause...I want you to feel comfortable and I know you’re going through a lot with John B right now and the year is over. I also wanted to tell you that I totally understand if you want a new roommate next year.” 

“No, no, are you kidding me? Kiara’s roommate was a fucking psycho all year! I am not rooming with a stranger! My luck I’ll get stuck with fucking Victoria from econ!”

“You really hate Victoria.” You laughed.  

“Of course, I do! With her fucking stupid ‘I’m summering in Portugal’ and ‘once I made out with an ambassador’s daughter at a fundraiser for poor kids’ and ‘I speak three languages’.” Sarah said, mocking the way Victoria’s voice always sounded, “she’s the worst.”

“How many times have you talked to her? I’ve never heard any of those things.” You said, trying to think of how much you actually knew about Victoria.  

“Spring break that you bagged on! She fucking showed up and spent like three days telling me dumb stuff about herself, like, bitch I don’t care about you.” 

“Okay,” you laughed, “I think we’re getting a little off topic, let’s revisit the conversation we were actually having.” 

“I don’t wanna go back to the eight.” Sarah moaned, leaning over and pressing her face close to her ankles. “It’s gonna be Kiara feeling conflicted about who to hang out with and everybody being weird about parties and seeing John B pop up every five seconds because that would be my luck!” 

You bit your lip, weighing the options of asking Sarah back with you for the summer now that the two of you had just had sex. “Well I’m not sure how enticing it would be but, you could come with me back to Philly for the summer.” 

“What would we do in Philly?” Sarah asked, looking up at you.  

“We can go to museums or head to the shore for a day or go eat a 14oz burger or get cheesesteaks and giant slices of pizza or recreate the Rocky scene or go to a farm or see Amish people....” you listed, “any of these.”

“Eating. The cheesesteaks sound good.” 

“Philly has banging food.” You said, nodding.  

“Okay.”

“Seriously.”

“Yeah, okay, I mean we’re friends.” Sarah shrugged.  

“Yeah, of course, and we can stay friends.” You agreed. You knew you had feelings for Sarah and now she knew that too but you weren’t going to let them come in the way of your friendship.  

“Yeah. So, yeah I‘ll go to Philly with you.” 

“Okay.”

Sarah sat there for a moment before, looking around the room, before looking back at you and pouting. “Hey, do you think we could still cuddle cause I could really use it right now.”  

“Yeah, totally, I’m coming in for a cuddle.”  

-

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[baekhypnotized]

hit the lotto [M]

casino every Friday night with Baekhyun, he is really confident to win on every game and yes, he does. since you’re getting bored while watching him winning, you try to tease him but he ignores you. by being a bad girl, you silently angry with him and leave to the washroom. never thought Baekhyun would hit the lotto as he explodes in you. 

GENRE: smut, romance, oneshot, lotto!baekhyun

PAIRING: byun baekhyun x you/fem reader

WARNING(S): fingering, blowjob, sex, dom!baekhyun, sub!reader

WORDS: 2.1k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This oneshot fic is inspired by my mutuals’ tweet so I tried to challenge myself to write another smut short fic. Hope you guys like it and please don’t mind the errors and enjoy :)

Friday night finally comes when Baekhyun brings you out to the same place, the casino. despite he owns tons of cash but making everyone lose right in his hands makes him satisfied while you are just simply sitting comfortably on his lap as your back rest on top of his chest. 

Watching them trying to win every match, you find it’s getting boring but you never have the guts to actually say no to his invitation. Because this activity has become a regular one in our lives. You always wanted to have a midnight drive with him around the city or even binge Netflix while cuddling on the big, comfy bed. But instead, you’re here. Witnessing Baekhyun tries to win even though the title has become his for a long time now. 

“Blow it,” Baekhyun says huskily. You were surprised when he suddenly knocks you off from your thoughts. Also, when he demands you to do something, our heart skips a beat. You are pretty shocked by his words, biting your lower lip hesitating by his instructions. 

He suddenly brings the dice closer to your face as you can see his rings shining brightly as the light hits them. “Blow the dice, baby. Let’s see how’s your luck for tonight.”

You obey, blowing softly on the dices at his hand and once you’re done, you display your puppy eyes at him. Baekhyun gives you a peck on your lips before throwing the dices on the gaming table. 

Baekhyun would willingly spend his hours for continuous rounds but up until one point, you tend to feel bored. You prop your right arm to support your cheek, you blankly stare at the playing cards and the chips on the table.

Trying to persuade him to do something else, you slowly move your hips and eventually rub yourself onto his clothed crotch. You can hear his breath hitch for a few seconds before he bends closer to me, moving his lips closer to my ear. “Stop moving, baby. I need to focus on the game.” Then, he nips softly on my nape before focusing back on the game. 

“But, Baekhyun,” You mutter his name but it’s audible enough for him to listen as you grab his hand and bring it over to your panties. Since he always likes me wearing spaghetti strap dresses, the lengths are perfect enough to cover your thighs. “I’m already wet,” You confess, hoping he gives the reaction that you are waiting for. 

You slowly guide his hand to palm your crotch, causing you to mewl softly. He quickly pulls away from his hand and when you turn around to look at his expression, Baekhyun simply ignores you and focuses back in the game.

Sighing frustratedly, you hop off from his lap. “I’m going to the washroom.” You inform him and turn to face his bodyguards. “You guys just stay here and I’ll be back.” You instruct and before leaving the game table, you roll your eyes at Baekhyun even though he still ignores you. 

Passing through the big hall where there are plenty more game tables, you find your way to the restroom feeling annoyed. Why? Because Byun fucking Baekhyun ignores the hell out of you and second, people keep on messing your way when they bumped you by the shoulders. 

The restroom is pretty dim. The light makes the big restroom look scary in red colour. But, the vibes in here it’s kinda hot. Since there’s no one here, you're pretty sure you’re probably staying here for a couple of minutes. Well, probably handle your drenched pussy and release it. 

Taking out your phone from the purse, deciding to snap some photos by the reflection on the mirror as you pose. Suddenly, the door opens slowly which makes you jolt in surprise. You thought it’s just another guest going to use the restroom but instead, it’s him.

Baekhyun, the one that makes you frustrated tonight. 

He was literally wearing a black with red stripes pattern on it, a belt strapping around his waist. Tonight, he lets his glistening chest expose a bit, a silver necklace hanging right on it. Baekhyun’s red hair looks messy yet he still looks good. Black tight pants that he always wears displaying his thick thighs. 

“Why are you here?” You scoff softly, but for sure he still can listen to it. “I thought you’re busy with the game,” Rolling your eyes again as you mock him. You can hear Baekhyun chuckles, walking slowly towards you and eventually, you feel your heart quickening every time he steps one by one closer to you. 

He pushes your body by the sink, cupping your cheeks with his hand as he forces you to look at the mirror. You can see the two of you guys reflecting where Baekhyun is watching you intensely. He bends closer to tease your nape with wet kisses while his other hand caresses your thigh, trailing upwards until he meets your clothed crotch.

“You tell me that you’re wet, huh?” He asks you with a low tone. You simply nod your head but instead, you receive a smack on your buttcheek. You gasp loudly, gripping your knuckles together to suppress the pain. “Use your words, kitten.” 

“Y-yes…” 

You can see that Baekhyun gives you a lopsided smile as he lifts your dress up to reveal your buttcheeks. He caresses the same spot in the circle to soothe the pain and when you thought he would stop, you’re completely wrong. Baekhyun continues to spank you with his palm as you hide your face on the countertop. 

“I. ask. you. to. behave. and. be. a. good. girl.” Baekhyun spanks you with every syllable word but you keep your mouth shut while whimpering through the pain. The spanks are strong enough to make you tear up and apart from that, you find your walls clenching with the thoughts of the spankings. 

“So kitten, are you going to disobey me again?” He stops spanking you as he caresses your sting buttcheek and for sure, it will leave marks after this.

“N-no…” You reply, sobbing a bit as you wipe your tears away. Baekhyun’s chuckles can be heard clearly. He brings his hand back to my crotch, palming your south and he teases by poking a finger at your clothed pussy. 

Baekhyun uses his foot to spread your legs apart and while he sneaks in his hand into your panties to trail his fingers on your sensitive folds. You can hear the sound of metal clinking as he unbuckles his belt.

For sure, your heart already beating so fast, thinking that Baekhyun’s going to fuck you here in the washroom. As you know, he would already ask his bodyguards to guard the washroom, blocking people from entering and that would leave the two of you alone.

He finds your clit, playing it with his thumb that makes you start moaning. Baekhyun still trails his fingers along your folds, teasingly poking your entrance that eventually makes your walls clench, as your liquid starts flowing out and pooling the panties and his fingers.

You can hear him humming in appreciation. Pulling the panties away as it pools on the floor, he inserts two fingers without any warning. You arch your back in surprise. Your inner walls are clenching around his digits as he tries to get them to find your sensitive spot. Moving your hips closer to him, you hope that Baekhyun will speed up. 

“S-shit, Baekhyun…” You gasp softly as when you almost reach the peak, Baekhyun pulls out his fingers and quickly replaces it with his thick cock into your cunt from behind without any warning. You grip your knuckles until they turn white, begin to moan when the feeling of his member filling you inside. 

Baekhyun thrusts his big girth hard in your pussy, grunting when he tries to push through your inner walls. He leans over to trail kisses along your jawline and down to your nape as he sucks onto your sensitive spot that makes you gasp softly. You bend over the counter, trying to suppress the pleasure that he gives when Baekhyun doesn’t stop ramming his entire length in you from behind. 

He gives powerful thrusts relentlessly, your muscles clench around his thick dick involuntarily. Baekhyun gathers your hair to your right side and when he comes closer to your ear as he grunts. His hand flies and swat your buttcheek with his palm. Unconsciously, you wince in pain but at the same time, it gives you another wave of pleasure. 

“I-I’m alm—” You try to confess but Baekhyun wraps his calloused hand around your neck as he starts to put pressure. Then, he slips his index finger in your mouth to keep it shut, at the same time, you can finally taste his silver ring with your tongue. 

Grunting again, he commands. “Don’t dare to cum without my permission, baby.” Baekhyun pushes his tip deeper to hit your weak spot while he couldn’t stop plunging his cock in your tight pussy. You can feel every edge of his member as you try your best to hold yourself from releasing it. Suddenly, he slips out his girth from your cunt. 

Your breathing becomes uneven and you’re about to throw a riot because he stops. Swiftly, Baekhyun turns you over to face him as he forces you to kneel right in front of him. “Stuck your tongue out, kitten.” You do as he tells you. He grips your hair with his hand, shoving his dick into your mouth. 

“I want you to take it all,” Baekhyun tells you, thrusting his dick deeper into your wet cavern and when his tip hits the back of your throat, you almost gag on it. Tears start to form at the edges of your eyes but you continue to lick his dick with all your might, feeling his protruding veins. His breathing is loud and rough but as he’s still unsatisfied, he pushes your head closer to his groin. 

You choke in the breath as Baekhyun moves his hips in a quick pace. When he looks down at you, seeing you suffer, a smirking plaster on his face. Bringing your hand slowly, you cup his balls that make him moan louder. Baekhyun caresses your cheeks with his hand, feeling the cold sensation of his Rolex. As you detect that his almost near his climax as his cock twitches, he pulls it out from your mouth. Some of your salivae dripping out and you can taste his salty precum. 

Baekhyun lifts you up and places you on the counter, pushes his tip between my folds and into my pussy in one quick move. A wanton mewl escape from your mouth, your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts shoving his entire length into your tight cunt. 

“You’re so…” He breathlessly confesses, “tight.”

Your mouth parts as the same arousal rush in you again. Baekhyun thrusts relentlessly through your walls and when your knot tightens more in your stomach, he again wraps your neck with his hand. He chokes you, tries to block your airway when you finally reach your climax. 

“C-Can I c-cum?...” You stutter as you ask him. He doesn’t utter any words but instead, he nods his head. Another powerful single thrust, you explode around his cock and at the same time, he shoots his warm cum, feeling your womb. You gasp softly as your walls keep on clenching around his member and for sure, the mixed cums must be leaking out from your pussy. 

Baekhyun leans over to devour your lips for a sloppy kiss, sliding his tongue into your wet cavern as he explores you. Unconsciously, he pushes his dick deeper inside you that causes you to moan. He cups your cheek to indulge you deeper and when the two of you short in breathing, he breaks the kiss. 

Both of you panting heavily from the aftermath of sex in the restroom and when Baekhyun pulls out slowly his cock from your pussy, you gasp as you feel the emptiness. His eyes dilate because he sees the glistening liquid dripping out from your pussy that makes him lick his bottom lip lusciously. 

He takes the toilet paper towel to wipe you off before he helps you to stand on the floor. You wear your panties back and try to look good but instead, your face glowing brightly because Baekhyun just gives you the best fuck even though it was short. 

“So tell me,” You take one step closer to him, playing with his loose tie around his neck as you pull it lightly. “Did you win the game?” You ask him. 

Baekhyun chuckles huskily with a smug smile spreads across his dashing face. “I hit the lottos tonight because I won of course and also,” He pauses for a few seconds, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as he continues, “I got to fuck you for being such a bad kitten tonight.” 

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[gyllenhaalstories]

imagine taking rapper jake home to meet your parents.

i’m so sorry for the delay, anon! <3 buckle up, it got long and i’m emo!!!!! lil jakey jakes meeting your parents was not something i thought i’d cry about right now but here i am. i listened to nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex if you want to vibe with me!

<3

jake swore he was about to shit his pants when you reminded him of the dinner with your parents.

he ran all over his house, searching for nothing and everything at oncel. one second it was his tie, the next his phone and after that his keys. he was just so terrified. he wanted to leave a good impression.

he dressed up like he was going to the oscars. he put on a suit, a new one he got tailored to his body just for the occasion. he covered all of his tattoos, with those long sleeves. he hid his chain under the color of the shirt you buttoned lovingly. he went to the barbershop too, he got a fresh cut and his beard neat. he looked like a movie star and even if this was not the man with whom you fell in love, you still loved this new persona.

“you’re so stressed that i’m stressed” you’d scream at him while he paced around the bedroom as you put on a simple outfit, some jeans and a button up shirt too. dresses felt too formal. it was your parents, not the pope. “we’re not going. i’m calling them and i’ll say i’m sick”.

jake stopped moving and protested. “if i wanna ask your father for your hand, i better know how he looks like first. if he likes golf, i’m out”.

the joke was unexpected, but it made both of you laugh. he kept bringing up marriage. it was like a running gag, but it felt more and more real. one day you would be called mrs gyllenhaal. and this day would not happen if you died from a heart attack because you couldn’t face the judgement of your parents.

so jake waited for you in the car. he picked a black jaguar, he didn’t want to be too obnoxious. he had the head lights shining bright and blinked them so you pretended to walk like a model and twirl in front of the car before you sat on the passenger seat. “so fuckin’ gorgeous.” jake said and noticed you, too, wore the chain he got you for your birthday. he stretched his arm out to play with it lightly and then proceeded to drive to your parents’ house.

he stopped in the drive way. it was a tiny home, very old with a bunch of flower pots that were wrapped up for the winter. it was lovely already. jake stopped the car and took deep breaths.

“you sound like you’re about to get into labor”

“it’s a neat trick you’ll have to try it”

and you both breathed fast like two freaks in the car while the music was playing in the background. some U2 song. it calmed the two of you down. when you got out of the car, jake immediately grabbed your hand. he needed the comfort.

you were about to ring the door bell when your mother slammed the door open and wrapped you in a tight hug.

jake smiled and looked behind her. he waved at your father.

“mom, dad, this is my boyfriend, jake. jake, this is my mom and dad.”

“hi mom, hi dad” jake replied and it made the two of them laugh.

jake wanted to bring champagne and flowers, but you convinced him to not do too much. your parents were simple people. they would be happy as long as jake didn’t tease you from under the table (the jeans were definitely a good option) or mentioned politics. 

“our daughter has told us a lot about you” your mother said “yeah, we heard you are a singer? isn’t that the dream” your father added

“yeah.” jake smiled awkwardly and took a sip from the glass of water you both shared. you were sitting on his lap, on the love seat of the small living room. your parents asked him tons of questions. he answered them genuinely. he asked them questions too. he was relieved to find out your father preferred hockey to golf.

you sat around the table. it was weird that the fourth chair of the dining table was finally used.

none of your previous relationships lasted long enough to reach this level of intimacy. sex was one thing, but meeting your parents? that was a HUGE deal.

jake behaved like the best man in the world. he complimented the food. it was just simple spaghetti and storebought garlic bread. but it tasted like love and home. he asked for two other plates. your mom even reached to wipe his chin from the tomato sauce.

it filled him with joy. he had a tough relationship with his own family and he felt like he fit right in with yours.

you watched jake with heart eyes. he was so happy to explain his art and craft to your father who kept asking him if he had met blake shelton or the backstreet boys. you know, hip people. jake laughed and shook his head. he didn’t bother explaining that he sang about filthy things the two of you did. he was happy they considered his job as valid. he was not a carpenter or a doctor. but he was happy to spoil you nonetheless.

“you’re doing great” you’d whisper to jake.

everything was fine. until your mom pulled out the baby photos albums. THE SHAME.

“look at that tiny baby booty!” jake pointed and melted. “toohtless! that gums only look, can’t wait to see it again when we’re old and grumpy.” he pulled out a photo. you were wearing matching ugly yellow zipped hoodie and plaid pants. you were holding a teddy bear of the same colour as the one he got you for your birthday. behind the photography it was written happy y/n at the park with her best friend. he asked if he could keep it. your parents agreed. (it was his phone home screen from now on, your lock screen being a post sex glow photo when he could see a tiny drop of cum at the corner of your eye, it was still cute to him). “so she’s always been bad at cooking?” he said and laughed when you found a picture of you and your grandparents where you held a plate of burnt cookies. “hey, not cool! i was only seven!” you pushed him gently. “look at you now, you burn bread in the toaster”. your parents were the ones who melted now.

“so, jacob...”

jake insisted that it was fine your father called him by his full name.

the two of you were so stressed out. the tone of your father’s voice was suddenly heavy and scary.

“yeah?”

“does it hurt to get tattoos?”

jake squinted and you coughed loud enough to cover the whispered what the fuck that came out of his open mouth. his sleeves were rolled up and exposing the ink. “i mean, yeah, it hurts a lot. it’s worth it though. i feel like an art collector.”

“in my young days, i’ve always wanted a tattoo. i got the concept. this lovely lady as a pin up girl, quite impressive, huh?.” he winked at your mom who blushed while you tried everything you could not to throw up.

jake rolled his sleeve a little higher and pointed at a spot near the veins of the inside of his arm, close to the elbow. he got the outline of a heart tattooed. you noticed how wobbly the lines were, that’s because it was the heart you always drew at the end of your notes that you left him when you were gone or when he was out working. “that’s my favourite.”

THE WAY YOU JUST BURST INTO TEARS and your mom shouted “time for dessert!”

great timing.

“our daughter told us you loved m&m’s”.

jake turned to look at you. you shrugged.

your mother came back with chocolate cake on which she had sprinked crushed m&m pieces on the frosting.

jake asked to get the biggest slice. “that’s the best fuckin’ cake i’ve had in my whole life.” (which was a lie because the best cake was your ass but details) he said, his mouth full. your mother laughed and your father agreed. they began talking about hockey when your mother asked for your help in the kitchen.

“if we learned anything from you,” she started and handed you a plate to dry. you hated to do the dishes, especially if you were to be lectured like a child. “it’s to never judge people by their covers. we love jake. he’s good to you. you’re good to him.”

you hugged your mom and the two of you cried so loudly that jake dropped his spoon. he thought something bad happened. that you cut yourself with the butter knife or something.

“welcome to the family, jake.” your father squeezed jake’s shoulder as you walked back to him to press a kiss on his cheek.

it was now time to leave, after hours and hours of anecdotes from your childhood or from the time you were convinced you’d marry brad pitt or when you put eyeshadow in your hair to act like you dyed them to be punk but it was raining that day and you came back looking like a sad frosty rainbow.

“you’re my favourite person.” jake told you when he gave you his vest as a coat. it was chilly outside.

you all hugged and shook hands, promising to come back soon for brunch. jake told them he’d make his famous pancakes.

“hold on!” jake exclaimed and pulled you by the arm. you followed him back in the kitchen and he fed you a spoon of the cake. you fed him one in return again. “tastes almost as good as your pussy” he whispered in your ear and kissed your chocolate covered lips.

you finally left the house, waving from the car at your parents who stood on the porch. they seemed satisfied. and you? you had never been more in love.

“can’t wait to rip those tight jeans off your body and fuck you like a bitch.” jake winked and started to drive away. “i’m looking forward to the toothless viagra boosted blowjobs too, that’s gonna feel divine.” 

you slapped his thigh and he moaned in pain. you rested your hand there and he brought it to his lips, planting a soft kiss.

“welcome to the family.” you repeated.

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[yikesharringrove]

i’m dying to read some harringrove college stuff, so what about the boys being in some frat party, meeting each other for the first time. Billy would be doing some drinking game or something and Steve would be watching him. even tho Steve’s ”dating” this guy (fuckbuddies) who’s arms are around Steve, he still takes an interest on Billy. Billy would also see Steve, all pretty and long legs and would love to get piece of him after getting that guy off him. then they fuck somewhere in the house 👀

Modern. Nb Steve ayoo.

Read on aothree

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Billy shouldered his way into the party.

He was trying to find the kitchen, looking for a drink. He ended up just grabbing the drink out of some douchebag’s hand as he walked behind him.

He met up with his roommate, one of the other pledges from the frat he was rushing, Scott.

“Billy, you motherfucker! Play beerpong!” Scott pulled him to the table, shoving a pingpong ball into his hand.  Billy looked up, his brain shorting out as he saw the other team.

Across from his was a huge douchey-looking guy, in a muscle tank with the sleeves ripped off, and a backwards hat. Billy knows he dresses like a fuckboy on a good day, but at least he’s not like this asshole.

But what this asshole had, was the most beautiful person Billy had ever seen in his entire fucking life. All long legs, and big eyes. They were wearing a pretty bodysuit, a dark purple color with a deep neckline, lace trimming the spaghetti straps, the neckline, the low back. They had a little pin on their little denim shorts that read They/Them.

Billy watched the jock asshole, tuck them under his arm, whispering something to them, making their eyes crinkle so sweetly while they giggled, batting their big fake eyelashes at him.

Billy played the game making eyes at the pretty little thing on the other side of the table.

But the thing was, they were good. They sunk almost every throw, giving Billy a smug little look each time. It only made Billy fall harder. But then the game was over and the shitty jock tucked the perfect darling under his arm and disappeared into the party.

“Who was that?” He was standing with Scott in the kitchen, finally found it to make themselves some drinks, taking a few shots each.

“The asshole in the trucker hat? That’s Chad Weathers.”

“No not-wait, his name is fucking Chad? There are actually humans named Chad that exist on this Earth?”

“I fucking know. Can you believe? Imagine just being like, hi, my name is Chad.”

“Is he a douche because his name is Chad, or is his name Chad because he was always predisposed to be a douche?”

“Definitely the second. You can’t damp pure asshole like that.” Billy turned, seeing the perfect beerpong sweetheart from earlier, pouring some vodka and raspberry lemonade into a solo cup.

Billy laughed, holding out his hand.

“Billy.”

“Steve.” They shook hands. Their hand was warm and soft, fingers slender and long.

“You really called your boyfriend a douchebag just now, huh?” Steve gave him a look.

“Not my boyfriend. We just fuck sometimes. Usually when he’s drunk enough to not be weird about my dick, and when I’m drunk enough to talk about my dick to strangers.”

Billy just leaned against the counter, making sure to put on his I WILL eat your ass and you’ll THANK me for it smile.

“Well, I know all about your dick now, so we’re not strangers anymore.” Steve just laughed, touching Billy’s upper arm gently. They moved just a hair closer to Billy. He was totally in.

“So, Billy, tell me about yourself. What are you studying?”

“Guess.” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Um, you’re a big dudebro so like, business management. Something to get you through while you play football on scholarship and party with your frat.” Billy sucked in some air through his teeth.

“Hate to break it to you, but you were only right about one thing. I’m rushing a frat, but I don’t play football, and I’m not studying fucking business. I’m studying social work. And I’m here on academic scholarship.” Steve was grinning.

“So you’re like, a sensitive dudebro. Good for you.”

“What are you studying, then? Art?” Steve rolled their eyes.

“Just because I’m all queer doesn’t mean I’m studying art. Why didn’t you guess theater.”

“Well, as a fellow queer I just meant you seem like an artistic soul.”

“I mean, I am really great at crafts.” Billy laughed. “But I’m studying education and early childhood development. I wanna teach little kids.” They had this soft look on their face.

“God, you’re just as sweet as I thought you’d be.” Steve raised an eyebrow again, a smile tugging at their lips, painted the same deep purple as their bodysuit.

“You think about me often?”

“Well, you’re just about the only thing I’ve thought of this whole conversation.” And then their hand was trailing down Billy’s arm, tugging him in closer by the wrist, they leaned into Billy’s space, just close enough to be heard.

“You wanna find a room? Think of me some more?” Billy slid his arm around their lower back.

“Lead the way, sweet thing.”

Billy started openly at their ass as they led him up the stairs, hips swaying. The first room they checked was locked, the second unlocked but occupied. But, third time’s the damn charm apparently.

Billy pushed Steve inside, locking the door behind him.

It was some frat bro’s room, shitty basic posters on the wall, a lot of beer cans lined up on the window sill like it was decor.

But Billy wasn’t too focused on their surroundings, not when Steve was getting naked, right then and there in the middle of the room. They tossed a condom from their pocket at Billy as they stepped out of the shorts, sliding the bodysuit off after. Billy groaned.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy.” He placed his hands on their hips, sliding them back to grope at their ass, pulling them forward into him. “Gorgeous.” He figured the deep lipstick was smeared everywhere between by now, but honestly, he really couldn’t find it within himself to care as Steve pawed at his shirt, clumsily undoing the few that were still done, pushing it off his shoulders.

Some base heavy song was playing as Billy kicked out of jeans, pressed against Steve until they were at the edge of the bed, turning them around and bending them over. He pressed sloppy kisses down their spine.

“Can I eat you out?” He heard them groan, hips canting back just a little.

“Fuck yeah.” Billy grinned, spreading them slightly, getting a look at their tight little hole before diving in, licking and sucking with wild abandon. He could barely hear their soft noises over the music of the party, the wet sounds of his own mouth.

He pulled back, spitting one last time before pressing one finger inside, watching as he fucked it in and out.

“There’s, there’s some lube in my pocket.” Steve had turned their head, was looking over their shoulder at Billy, gesturing wildly to the shorts on the floor. Billy leaned back on his knees, kept his one finger pumping in and out of Steve while he got the shorts, finding a few packets of lube and condoms.

“You really came prepared tonight. You go to every party with all this one you?”

“Well it’s mostly just in case.” Billy laughed, muttering MOSTLY just in case under his breath, tearing open the lube with his teeth, pouring some over his fingers and Steve’s hole. He pressed two fingers inside, curling and stretching them expertly.

Steve was whining, fucking back onto three of Billy’s fingers. He still had one hand keeping them spread open, watching his fingers.

“I’m fucking, I’m ready. Just fuck me.” Billy pulled his fingers out, slapping their ass once.

“Brat.” He rolled on the condom, giving himself a few strokes as he did. He lined up, pressing into that tight little spot. He threw his head back, groaning as his hips pressed flush to Steve’s ass, grinding deeply. Steve was face down into the mattress, taking shaky little breaths. Billy dragged a hand up their spine, settling it on the shoulder, the other on their soft hip, using them as leverage to just fuck.

He was slamming into Steve, fucking them with a punishing pace, their skin slapping together. Billy bent over Steve, pushing one arm under their hips, angling them perfectly to slam against that sensitive little spot.

“Oh my God. Whatever the fuck you’re doing right now, don’t fucking stop.” Billy just huffed a laugh, going even harder, slamming their bodies together. Steve wormed a hand beneath them, stripping their cock quickly, bucking their hips forward and back.

Billy groaned when they came, tightening around him lie a fucking vice, crying out.

He kept going for a moment or two, grinding in deep to finish. He pulled out, slumping on the bed next to Steve, flopped in his back. They looked over at him, smiling lazily.

“I’m gonna have to get your number. That was good.” Billy laughed, batting awkwardly at their shoulder.

“Not so bad yourself.” They stood up slolwy, wincing slightly as they got re-dressed, Billy following suit.

“Seriously, I’m gonna be like, actually sore. Haven’t felt like that in a minute.” They were looking the mirror on the inside of the closet door, had just pulled it open like they owned the place to fix their mussed hair. Their makeup was somehow perfectly intact.

They flung their phone over to Billy.

“Put your number in.” They didn’t have a passcode on their phone which was bold, gave them a kinda Fuck with me. I DARE you. I have NOTHING to hide vibe. Billy liked it.

He put his number in under Billy Delta Phi party, so that Steve knew, would see the number and remember the night, the way Billy fucked them so hard they hurt.

“Just shoot me a text sometime. I’ll kick my idiot roommate out.”

“No need, I have a single room. The university was gonna put me with some guy, but my loving mommy and daddy don’t trust me not to be a slut.” Billy raised an eyebrow, cocking his head a little.

“You have a single room and we’re not there right now?” Steve just smirked, a challenge in their eyes.

“You askin’ for another round?”

“Long as you’re not too sore.” Steve took his wrist, dragging him out of the party and down the road back towards campus.

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